The tremor started subtly, a barely perceptible shift in the morning air. Sarah watched Mark across the breakfast table, his usual robust laughter conspicuously absent. His eyes, usually mirroring her warmth, held a distant, almost haunted look. She opened her mouth to speak, but a metallic tang filled the air, the scent of fear. 💔
He rose abruptly, spilling his coffee, his movements uncharacteristically clumsy. "I… I need to tell you something," he choked out, his voice a raw whisper. Her heart hammered against her ribs. This wasn't about a late bill or a forgotten anniversary. This was different. This was big.
A sudden, sharp crack echoed from outside, followed by the distant wail of sirens. Mark froze, his face paling to an ashen grey. He looked at her, his gaze pleading, desperate. "It's… it's happening," he whispered, a tear tracing a path through the dust on his cheek. The world outside seemed to hold its breath. What was happening? And what was Mark's secret? 😱