“It’s okay.” I rest my head in my palms. “I just… want to sleep. And also I can’t sleep”
“You’ll send out a special unit? As soon as possible. Thank you… yes. We appreciate all your help.”
Uncle Yossi ends the call and looks at all of us. “The British ambassador himself. He’s taking this situation very seriously and is assuring me he’ll send a unit to the shul and see if they can find — and rescue — your family.” He nods at Yaakov and me.
My breath catches in my throat.
It just feels like… too much. First the terror, the unknown, then the straining our minds for clues, and then the sudden rush of adrenaline that came with the realization….
And now, my heart is still racing, I want to race somewhere, do something, but there’s nothing to do but wait.
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