“It’s providence,” Bishop said, not an ounce of doubt in his voice. “A miracle. God is watching over us all, even now.” “Whatever it is—luck, aliens, voodoo—we’ll take it.” Reynoso turned to Hannah. “I’ve got a police chief who’ll kill me if I don’t bring you back to him ASAP. Hop in and we’ll bring you home.” Her heart surged at the thought of home. Finally, after five long years, Hannah was going home.
