The sun shining through the windows was what finally woke her up, not the sound of her husband opening the front door. Confused by her presence on the sofa, she rubbed her eyes and tried to remember what happened. Only after she called out for Antonin and heard no response did she come to the conclusion that she'd fallen asleep waiting for him. It bothered her that she was actually worried about the man. After so many years of cruelty, it felt wrong to be concerned that he was potentially in danger. What was so important that he couldn't come home?