Boyd had expected him to be upset, angry even, but she didn't know how to soothe him with Rosalie there. She knew he would push her away if she was herself, and her hand throbbed and the kitchen felt overly warm. When he started slamming the cupboards, she forced herself to move away from the door and walk up to him. She couldn't retreat, no matter how badly she felt, because then he'd think he was justified in thinking her a child, thinking her unable to handle mature situations.
She put a mittened hand on one of the cupboards, one that was still swinging slightly, and she closed it. "She's mad as a hatter, handsome," she agreed. "But you gotta stop giving her a reaction. That's what she's wanting from you," she said quietly, even though the tiredness rang through in her voice. "She wants us all scared, and even if we are, we gotta not show her so. We gotta think, and we gotta be smarter than she is. All of us together."