"Oh!" Samara's face twisted in anger. That answer was all it took to bring her frustration bubbling to the surface. She pointed at her husband with narrowed eyes. "Don't you spout that psychological bullshite at me, Elijah. This isn't one of your research projects. It's been a sodding week now, there is absolutely no reason why you shouldn't have told me this."
She sat down in his desk chair - or rather fell into it, as she was still shaking though it could have been from anger now - and looked over at him. "What are yours about?" she asked sternly. To be quite honest she didn't really want to know, but because he had not told her she felt like she had to know now.