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

something, the next time you scare your mom, it’ll be harder for you to argue you don’t need help.”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed.

“You threatening me?” he said.

“No,” Dave said softly. “I’m telling you the truth.”

Tyler stared at him, jaw clenched, then at me.

Something flickered in his face—confusion, anger, maybe even fear.

Because deep down, I think Tyler knows continue reading …