The dust was still settling.

Somewhere behind her, the television — still playing the wedding slideshow she'd been half-watching — flickered as a chunk of drywall smothered the coffee table.

A beat of silence.

Then those crimson eyes finally lifted from the debris and landed on her.

She was still standing in the hallway entrance. Still in her bridesmaid dress from earlier — though the heels were kicked off somewhere near the kitchen island. Her makeup was smudged from the night's tears, happy ones mostly, but still. She looked exactly like someone who'd just watched their living room ceiling disintegrate.