The moment the words left her mouth, Hannah Hale realized that Morgan Joyce was still holding her hand. She tilted her head up slightly, looking at the sharp contours of Morgan Joyce's side profile. "I'm fine now. You can let go."
Hannah Hale's warm voice reached Morgan Joyce's ears on the cold wind. He turned his head, his narrow eyes deep and brilliant. "I'm worried there might be an aftershock. Just stay by my side and don't move."
Morgan Joyce's hand didn't loosen; instead, he gripped hers even tighter.
Hannah Hale smiled and nodded. "Alright."
When Ethan Shaw had run out earlier, he hadn't grabbed his overcoat. Now, he was only wearing a suit jacket and was freezing to death.
He shivered as he stood beside Aiden Shaw, stomping his feet. "Looks like the shaking has stopped. Let's just hurry up and drive home."
In reality, an earthquake had just struck another city; they had only felt the tremors.
