I couldn't see where they were.
And I felt really bad. I can't explain it but I knew I should have reached out when I had the chance. I felt bad that I cried. It was so frustrating yet I knew it was my fault.
I went out of the house a few times in the next 10 minutes, hoping they'll come back this way. But they didn't.
I ended up praying in my room, offered a small prayer that they be safe and be given food and water. And I asked for forgiveness because I hesitated.