- It was just after midnight.
I was watching TV as my sons played nearby.
My younger son was playing with Lego as my older son played on his phone.
My husband and another friend were also with us.
A normal Sunday night.
At first, I thought it was an earthquake.
I then figured out that the sound was coming from the front door.
With war as a not so distant memory, I thought perhaps our house was under attack, being bombed and shot at.
I shouted to my children to stay where they were, to not…