“Out.”
He laughed. It was not amusement. It was the laugh of a man who had expected surrender and found instead a suitcase on the bed and a woman who had not asked his opinion.
“You’re being dramatic.”
Claire zipped the suitcase. That small, clean metal sound cut through the room the way a shout never could have. She lifted it off the bed and set it on the floor and took the handle.
“I’m taking the baby somewhere quiet.”