Sophia’s POV
War.
That word didn’t feel dramatic anymore.
It felt… accurate.
Heavy.
Real.
And terrifying in the quiet, suffocating way where your body knows danger before your mind can even process it.
The room around me erupted.
Not loudly.
Not chaotically.
But in that sharp, controlled panic of people trying not to lose control.
“Turn it off,” my dad said immediately, his voice firm but strained.
Emily was already ahead of him, muting the TV, though the damage had already carved itself into every corner of the room.
My mom rushed to me, her hands gripping mine.
“Sophia, look at me,” she said, her voice trembling just enough to betray her fear.
I tried.
I really tried.
But my eyes were still glued to the black screen, like it might come back to life and undo what just hap
