Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Between the bizarre lunch she had with Thorfinn earlier in the month and their odd initial interaction with Antonin, she was having trouble believing anything anyone she cared about said. To believe that her homicidal husband was actually concerned about her instead of wishing to track her down to make her pay for hurting and humiliating him was just naive and ridiculous. She had been under the impression for years that she was the one losing grip on her sanity. Was it possible that the problem was with everyone else instead?