It was a flimsy excuse, but she was desperate to keep hope. What would she do if she had to admit to herself that her husband was dead? She didn't want to consider the possibility. That wasn't what was supposed to happen. She was prepared for her death, not his. There was a plan in place. Antonin would take Oliver somewhere far away from the violence of their home country. Maybe to Africa with his brother Alain. He could study at Uagadou under Babajide Akingbade. She'd already planned it all out in her head.