I Prayed for a Miracle—Now I Lock My Door at Night

shook on the steering wheel. My mouth went dry.

Because walking into that room felt like admitting defeat.

But then I thought of my bedroom door.

The deadbolt.

The dresser.

And I forced my legs to move.

Inside, there were about a dozen people sitting in a circle. Mostly women. A few men. Different ages. Different faces. All of them with the same look in continue reading …