Lynn looked at her daughter with shock, and she began to cry.


Ayvah hugged her mom and consoled her. 


“You are really special. Your dad told no lies. I hope you’re right, my sweet angel,” Lynn said. 


She got up and went to her room.


“Ayvah,” God’s voice rang out to Ayvah.


Ayvah stood up and looked around. She ran to her room.


“God?” She asked.


“Yes, it is me again. It has been three days since my last visit to you. It is time. Go to the place where your tournament is. There, you will know what to do,” God said.


“My mom said we can’t leave the house, and she even specifically said that I wouldn’t be going to any games or tournaments,” Ayvah replied.


“Go to your mother, and I shall show her, live and in the flesh, the power of God. Do not hesitate and do not be afraid,” God said.


“Okay,” Ayvah said in a not-so-sure tone.


She got up and went to knock on Lynn’s room door.


“Yeah?” Lynn answered from the other side of the door.


“Mama, can we go to where my tournament is held?’ Ayvah asked.


Lynn looked at her with an ‘are you serious’ face. “Didn’t I tell you earlier that under NO circumstances are we going anywhere? No tournaments, no games, no nothing?” Lynn reiterated herself with a question.


“Yea, but-” Ayvah started.


“Aht aht! No buts,” Lynn interrupted.


“Okay. Come outside with me,” Ayvah said.


“Why?” Lynn asked.


“Come on, mama,” Ayvah grabbed Lynn by the arm and guided her towards the door.


Once outside, Ayvah looked up.


“Ok, God, show her,” she said to herself.


The skies remained calm. Nothing happened. Everything was still.


“What are we doing out here, Ayvah? What are you looking at?” Lynn asked.


“Just wait,” Ayvah said, continuing to look up. 


She noticed a single sunray beaming down in the middle of the driveway. She grabbed her mom by the arm and guided her to the sunray. They stood in the spotlight that the single beam of sun made.


Suddenly, it began to storm violently. Thunder broke throughout the skies, lightning flashed bright and struck the clouds. The rain was blinding. Lynn and Ayvah stood in the same spot in the middle of the driveway, underneath the single sunray. Not one drop of rain hit a single follicle on their heads. It’s as though they were standing inside an invisible box. Lynn was amazed and could not believe her eyes. She constantly checked her hair and clothes, in disbelief at what she was experiencing. 


“Ayvah, how in the world?” Lynn asked, looking to the sky.


Ayvah smiled and said, “It’s the power of God, Mama.”


The storm settled. It was suddenly calm once more as if there was never a storm at all. 


“My God, you have shown out,” Lynn said, looking up.


“Now can we go, mama?” Ayvah asked.


“What are we going to do there? I doubt anyone shows up,” Lynn asked.


Ayvah shrugged. “I don’t know. God said I’d know when I got there.”


Ayvah and Lynn made it to the softball park. The bleachers were filled with people.


“What? Why are there so many people here?” Lynn asked rhetorically as they pulled up.


They got out of the car and headed into the park.


“Hey, are they still having games?” Lynn asked one of the parents.


“No, we just showed up just in case. I didn’t think everyone else would, too, though. So we’re just out here letting the kids play around while we adults talk. Been nice, honestly. This whole cell tower thing has made us realize how much time we spend on these phones—the hours wasted aimlessly scrolling instead of enjoying our loved ones. As crazy as it’s been, it has been an absolute blessing from God,” a mother said.


Ayvah smiled. It made sense to her now. She knew it was a test of faith, a lesson, and a blessing.


At the White House, Luther looked through the Oval Office’s desk. He found a list of civilian targets that the government wanted dead for some reason or another. He saw JD’s name on the list. “Pitiful. Any government that fears its own people knows that they are wrong. Yet, here I am in a position to make things better, possibly. I have chosen to cause chaos. I killed the man who saved my life instead of repaying him with gratitude. I do not deserve a second chance. I never deserved to be saved. Honestly, I wish that I had never been born. I remember the night before it all turned around for me: Kano, my savior. We had a normal kid-and-parent fight. I told you that you were not my father after I found out the truth. I became resentful. My anger was misguided. You told me you were putting me back in the system to be adopted by another since I was so ungrateful. Although you apologized and said you didn’t mean it, I couldn’t take that chance. If not for Uncle Sam, who knows my fate? Here I stand, a broken man hiding behind a mask. I’m a monster. I’m a pawn to the government that I desperately want to kill. They turned me into this thing. There’s no turning back now.” Luther stood up and shook off his emotions.


At the Pentagon, the Speaker of the House gathered his government officials to discuss the current situation at the White House. Not all state governors knew that Wyatt was killed and the White House had been taken over. They needed to take back the White House and the government. Having access to the White House, Luther has a wealth of information at his disposal..


“Ok, we must get that maniac Luther out of the damn White House immediately,” Speaker of the House, Travis Trovo said to the audience of government personnel in front of him.


“How did he even get inside the White House?” A member of Congress asked.


“No idea. The White House has been fortified, and he’s locked in there with his people, supplies, guns, the whole nine yards. I’m guessing this is some idiotic shit that moron Wyatt did. Luther snuck right in under his nose and took the White House,” Trovo said.


“Well, you’re acting President. Tell us what to do,” one congressman said.


“We have the advantage. Luther may have some fire-power and Secret Service, but we have the rest of the United States. We outnumber him. I need the army, the air force, the coast guard, the navy, and God himself here now! Let's go, people!” Trovo demanded.


Luther looked in the mirror. He felt that the government would be coming to take back the White House. He rallied his troops, who all stood outside the White House, guns loaded. It was now 9:15 PM. No sign of any attacks was in sight. It was quiet. Around 3:00 AM, they saw two jets fly overhead. They flew around the perimeter twice, presumably to scout the area.