I got hold of her upper arm with both hands.

“We’re going.”

“I’m not finished with—”

“Wendy. We’re going.”

I pulled her backward toward the door, and she resisted, and I put my body between her and the bed and used my shoulder, and I got her out onto the walkway.

“Who is she?” Wendy was trying to look past me.

“Jessi.

Let go of me.