Without saying another word, Antonin spun on his heel and headed for the door. She knew better than to rush after him or beg him to stay. Honesty wasn't always easy, to speak it or to hear it. He'd left the door to their bedroom partially open. Through the crack, she was able to hear the obnoxious squeal of the front door that Augustus still hadn't fixed. She knew he would come back home whenever he was calmer.