While she sat at the breakfast table the next morning sharing a silent meal with her small family, she worried that she'd put too much trust in Kingsley. What if he betrayed her? Or what if he just simply didn't do what she asked? She knew that she could still get the plan moving without his help, but it would be much easier with it. A frantic tapping at the kitchen window made her spill tea down the front of her robes. Antonin rose from the table to accept the message.