She stepped forward. “You’re not even going to say where you’re going?” He hesitated at the doorway, still not facing her. “Maybe that’s the problem. You always need to know everything.” And then he was gone. He hesitated at the doorway, still not facing her. “Maybe that’s the problem,” he said quietly. “You always need to know everything.”
Before Emily could respond, he grabbed his keys from the counter. The door shut hard behind him. For a second, she just stood there, confused, and then instinct took over. She hurried after him, barefoot, the baby monitor still in her hand. By the time she reached the front door, his car was already backing out of the driveway.