It should have been night in Wragos when it happened. What were the two of them doing together?

Were they on a lovers' rendezvous?

Did she look for comfort in Barlow's arms after their argument?

How long had Barlow been in the picture?

Wasn't she the one who told him to trust her?

How could he believe her now?

Brian clenched his phone, gritting his teeth.

He closed his eyes against the raging emotions that waged war inside him.

When his eyes opened again, he closed himself off from his emotions and dialed Rosalynn's number.

Her phone was turned off.

Brandon's face sank. He called Sanford next.

For a long time, the call kept ringing.

Finally, Sanford picked up.

“What's up, Brian?"

From his labored breathing, he sounded like he was in the middle of having sex.

Brian asked, “Did you feel the earthquake?"

Sanford answered.

"Yes. It's over now. We're fine."

“Rosalynn isn't. Go to the hospital and find her!"

“What? I'll be right there!"