Sirens wailed, and police jetted hovercrafts whirled around our neighborhood. Despite waiting three hours, we received no text or call from the teens. We were frantic and too scared to venture outside the house. Bullhorns blared from military police, with emergency alerts on our wristbands warning residents to stay indoors. The sound of the busy signal greeted us each time we tried calling our neighbors.
At midnight, Jaren called to tell us they were okay. He informed us he had called earlier but received a network busy message.
Relief enveloped me as I listened to their voices, confirming their well-being. Tears slipped over my cheeks, and I let out a sigh as I thanked God for saving our children.
We headed to our bedroom when another sonic boom shook the house. We ran to the living room window. There, we saw the mothership hover and then vanish. My wristband buzzed. I took a deep breath and answered.
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