The cabinet door struck the wall beside Mara’s head with a crack like a gunshot.
For one suspended second, everything in the kitchen went white.
The overhead bulb buzzed. A spoon trembled in the dish rack. Somewhere beneath the sink, a pipe knocked once, twice, as if the house itself had flinched. Mara’s shoulder hit the floor, and the cold traveled through her sweater into her skin. She stared at the crooked row of magnets on the refrigerator while Daniel’s hand remained braced against the cabinet above her.