Evelyn Ford discovered she was suffering from mild aftereffects of the earthquake. The sound of snow sliding off the roof in the dead of night would jolt her from a deep sleep. She sat up in bed, gasping for breath, while Ronan Kendrick patted her back, murmuring soft reassurances.
"An earthquake."
"No, it was just snow falling from the roof. Don't be afraid."
Evelyn Ford stared blankly at the window. The wooden planks they had previously nailed over it were gone. The glass pane was small, less than ten inches, and through the swaying curtains, Evelyn could see the vast white expanse of snow outside.
"It wasn't an earthquake."
Ronan Kendrick nodded. "It wasn't an earthquake. Go back to sleep."
