When she came back out, her wand drew on instinct when the silhouette of a man appeared in the doorway, the hallway lights illuminating his body. He raised his hands in surrenderance, staggering on his feet as his cane shone in the light. Evelyn lowered her wand, placing her hand on her husband again as she led him back to their bedroom. She closed the door this time with a soft click, her body aching. Theo stumbled, catching himself on the wall and cursing. He pulled his arm from Evelyn, using only the cane and the wall to keep him up. "He hates me."