Chapter Fifty-Nine
7:42 PM
Temperature: 77 degrees
Winds: 111 MPH
Pressure: 28.87 bars
Rain: 3.06 inches
The shudder that ran through the house might as well have been an earthquake beneath their feet. The world slid as if on ice, and they leaned into each other as the ground pitched beneath them. It was a slow pull at first, smooth like glass, but stuttered as it grew in intensity, until a great vibration echoed along the floorboards and up their legs. Alfred looked about them frantically. There was nothing to do. They had nowhere to go. If the house slipped from its foundation, it would fall into the water, and nothing would be carried far before colliding with the rest of the world. If they survived the taking of the house, he knew they wouldn’t survive its desecration at the hand
