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

I said, and my voice cracked on the words.

Silence.

Then: “I can’t do this.”

“I’m not asking you to move back in,” I said quickly. “I’m asking you to help me get him to an evaluation. Just… just today.”

Dave exhaled slowly.

“I’m scared of him,” he admitted, and there was shame in his voice.

“So am I,” I said.

Another silence.

Then: “What time?”

When Dave pulled continue reading …