He stared at her, angrily incredulous.
“Home?”
“This afternoon.”
She passed him and went out into the hall. But he followed her and caught her by the arm as she reached the top of the staircase.
“What made her go home?”
“I don't know, Jim.”
“She didn't say?”
“Don't hold me like that. No.”
She tried to free her arm, but he held her, his face angry and suspicious.
“You are lying to me,” he snarled. “She gave you a reason. What was it?”