She had just stepped out into the warm, night air when she heard the sudden yell from inside. Now, she wanted to turn back and go inside, perhaps defend her man... but she'd heard what he had said and it wasn't true; it had been the situation, not the people, that caused her to bolt. In fact, she looked behind her, then slumped her shoulders and was going to turn around, but then she started to walk and then run... Only to stop short about a half a mile away.

God, what was she doing? She did turn around and started to walk back toward the abandoned stoop.