Alice felt something inside of her clutch tight as the man slowly walked away, clearing the space between her and her husband. She met his eyes when he was at the exit, begging, fearful, ashamed. But she was on her own now. Her hands clenched the edges of the piano seat. Then she turned to her husband, suddenly with rage, pushing her chin forward and meeting his eyes defiantly. If he would hurt her, she might as well be ready to fight back.