That creeping feeling of dread that had been practically undetectable minutes ago was growing now, and her attempts at rationalizing it away weren't working. Why was he laughing? She'd never seen Emery like this, not ever, but there had to be an explanation for his behavior. There just had to be.
He wasn't like Sarah. Not like her, not a wolf in sheep's clothing. Hannah had to remember that.
"Right. Okay." She braced herself, not wanting to hurt him but spurred on by his request. Focusing on the larger shards, she took the first piece between her index finger and her thumb and - careful not to cut herself - pulled. She winced slightly once it was free, more for him than herself, and set it on the counter.
A quick glance upwards to judge his expression before continuing, pulling out shard after shard until only the pieces too small to be grasped remained. Hannah surveyed her work with apprehension, waiting for Emery to give further instructions. "How are you going to get the rest out?"