His awkward silence was the only confirmation she needed. Years of hiding the truth proved to be in vain. Before the funeral, there were only rumors that she was unwell. After, there was no denying it was true. She couldn't imagine that the news of what happened at the funeral wasn't already spreading beyond those who were present to witness it firsthand. Antonin might still have some level of control over what Albert Runcorn printed in his propaganda newspapers, but he couldn't stop the whispers. Everyone was going to know about her shame sooner rather than later. It was just the incentive she needed to leave again. Having strangers and old acquaintances suspect she was insane was bad enough. Removing all doubt from their mind was infinitely worse.