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

joked. He minimized. He acted normal.

I watched her face closely, terrified she would fall for it.

Then she turned to me and said, gently, “Can I speak with you alone for a moment?”

Tyler’s head snapped up.

“No,” he said. “She’s not talking about me behind my back.”

The clinician held his gaze without flinching.

“Tyler,” she said, “part of getting help is continue reading …