The earthquake the night before had been so faint that it hadn’t woken him up. He wasn’t even aware of it until he heard about it on the radio. It had been deep underground, the magnitude light, detectable only by banks of sensitive equipment miles away, and apparently their dog, who’d made a mess on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night. Nevertheless, sometime while the rest of them slept, the earth had subtly rearranged itself.
The rearrangement of the landscape within himself when he looked at his wife that morning was much less subtle.