The door clicks shut behind him, and Susan immediately goes to her chest of drawers and to her wardrobe to gather her things. She doesn't dare give herself time to think, to let any fears or megrims try to rise up and swallow her.

Busy hands, that's what she needs. By the time he comes back, she'll be ready.

And he will come back. She doesn't let herself believe otherwise, not for a second. He will.