By Cherie Reich
The strident alarm blared from the television. Allyson Moore jerked and dropped the paper frog. The creature rested on its side, its legs not yet folded nor did it boast the inscription that would bring it to life. Several other frogs hopped around her desk and the room.
A picture of the White House filled the twenty-three inch screen. Her heart thumped. What had happened now? The image shifted and grew smaller to reveal a blonde news anchor. Her smudged mascara and red-rimmed eyes betrayed the calm way she shuffled her papers and focused upon the camera.
She cleared her throat. “We’ve received news that an armed drone bombed the White House. Let’s go to John Kelly for more information.”
Allyson’s hand fluttered at her neck. The White House? Her brother… His family… She
