Скачать или смотреть My dad texted "Hope you're having a blessed day" at 11 AM on a Tuesday.

My dad texted "Hope you're having a blessed day" at 11 AM on a Tuesday.
That's when I knew something was horribly wrong. My dad was ex-military and completely paranoid about home invasions. Growing up, he made us memorize codes for emergencies. "Blessed day" meant someone's in the house with a weapon. "Lovely weather" meant call police immediately. "Thinking of you" meant don't come home. "Miss you tons" meant multiple people. We practiced at dinner and thought he was insane. I was between classes when the text came. My dad never said blessed anything. He barely texted at all. I called 911 from a bathroom and explained everything. The operator said they'd send units. I texted back trying to get more info. He replied "Thinking of you kiddo. Weather has been lovely. Really lovely." Don't come home. Call police now. My heart was pounding. Then "Your mom wants to show me something in the garage real quick." He was telling me where they were moving them. I relayed it all to the operator. She said units were pulling up to the house now. Three minutes of complete silence. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Finally she said both parents were safe. Two men in custody. They'd been held hostage for 40 minutes waiting for me and my brother to come home. Police said if dad hadn't sent that text, we'd all be dead. My dad passed away last year from a heart attack. I thought he was paranoid my whole childhood. That system saved our entire family.