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

into the driveway, Tyler’s face lit up with something like recognition.

Not love.

Competition.

“So you came back,” Tyler said, voice slick.

Dave got out of the car cautiously, like approaching a dog he didn’t trust.

“I’m just here to help your mom,” he said.

Tyler smirked.

“She called you,” he said, glancing at me. “She can’t handle me.”

My cheeks burned.

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