Aftershock Of A Marriage

Synopsis

The quake hit, and my husband left me, fever-burning, our son with a broken leg, behind. He cradled the neighbor's little boy in one arm and clasped the widowed mother's hand with the other, sprinting over us toward the exit. I watched his back disappear, my heart caving in. Ten years of marriage, leveled in sixty seconds of shaking earth. But the real aftershock, the one that would tear everything apart, hadn't even started.