The blaring sound of sirens ripped through the night, shattering the stillness.

Enemy attack!

I shot up from my bed, and across the room, Matthew did the same, his eyes wide with fear. Our beds were still new, the first real pieces of furniture we’d managed to put together a year after moving into our little home.

My heart thundered in my chest as I rushed over to him, gripping his shoulders tightly. “Matthew, listen to me,” I said, trying to keep my voice ...