The packhouse door opens and Andrew is there, His gaze falls to the suitcase in Natalie's hand.
“What is this?"
“My life," Natalie says. “Move."
“You can't be serious." He blocks the frame. “Where are you going?"
“Out," she says. “I asked for a divorce."
“You were angry. You are angry."
“Yes," she says. “And I'm leaving."
He stares at the suitcase “You're not walking out of our home."
He grabs the handle. “No."
Natalie doesn't struggle. She just looks at him until he feels the weight of it. “Let go."
Andrew tightens his grip. “Where will you stay? With Caroline? In a hotel? Is there someone else?"
“There's me," she says. “That's enough."
“Then that's your problem." She pulls, he pulls back,
“Natalie," he says, “you're hurt. You're grieving. You don't know what you're doing."
