The bedroom door was cracked open, and the light was on.

Sebastian pushed the door the rest of the way, stepping inside.

The closet doors were open, and a half-packed suitcase was sitting on the bed.

Sarah came around the corner a moment later. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she wasn't crying anymore.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Why does it matter to you?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "No. You're not doing this. You can't walk away because you're mad."

"Mad? I'm fucking furious," he ...