Sasha held Nathan close and whispered, “Do not be afraid.”

Jack stared toward the darkened sky, no longer trying to explain what could not be explained.

Brother and Sister Morales bowed their heads in prayer.

In the detention center, Samuel looked upward as another burst of light split the darkness beyond the high windows. The authority in it was unmistakable. The world below might call Jehovah’s people criminals, extremists, holdouts, obstacles to peace.

Heaven called them something else.