"Angie. Go upstairs." Henry didn't take his eyes, or his hands, off Charlie when he addressed his wife. He assumed she would do what he asked, but he didn't bother to check. He was more concerned with eliminating the threat this man presented.
Arms and legs, teeth and nails. Anything within reach was fair game. When it was over, Henry knew he'd have a killer headache. He didn't care. he cared about protecting Angie, and the baby. He didn't know Katherine wasn't home, upstairs sleeping in her bed. It didn't matter. This man had presented a threat to his family, and Henry was not going to let that slide.