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

looked at me briefly, eyes full of sorrow, then back at Tyler.

“We’re going for a drive,” Dave said, keeping his tone even. “Just to talk to some people. See what they suggest.”

Tyler crossed his arms.

“I’m not going,” he said.

Dave nodded once, slow.

“Okay,” he said. “Then I’ll tell them you refused. And they’ll write it down. And the next time you break continue reading …