NORA
Everything happens too fast. When I finally open my eyes, I see it. The tall steel shelf that had been holding extra pots and equipment has collapsed. It lies on its side right where we had been standing seconds ago. Pots, pans, and trays are scattered everywhere.
My heart is hammering so hard I can barely breathe.
"Mars—" I start, but the words die in my throat when I look at him.
He's still pressed against me, one arm braced on the wall beside my head, the other wrapped tightly around my waist. His whole body is rigid. His eyes are wide and hazy, like he's not really seeing me.
He's in shock.
"Mars," I say again. I reach up and touch his face. "Hey. Look at me."
His gaze finally meets mine. For a second, pure panic flashes across his face. Then he starts checking me frantical
