At her insistence, he threw himself into the door. "No!" he barked, voice strangled by tears and the sobs that still bubbled in his chest. "You have. To. Get. Out." His fingers scratched at the door, nails scraping over it to produce an ugly sound. "You aren't safe," he insisted.
Resting his forehead against the door, he heaved a breath, face scrunching up. "He. Hit. My. Wife."