Relief washed over her, but something was still terribly wrong. All ten children stood frozen, eyes wide, their small hands pointing upward toward the sky. The silence that followed their screams was chilling, as if the very air had been sucked out of the moment.
Theresa stepped outside, her legs heavy with an odd mix of fear and confusion. “What are they looking at?” she whispered under her breath. When her eyes finally followed the path of their fingers, her breath caught in her throat.