Everything made sense in one breath. In the next, nothing. She used to resent her husband for drugging her with potions she didn't think she needed. Once she imagined in her paranoia that it was simply one more method he used to control her behaviors. Hardly the same pliable and terrified child she'd been in those early days in his house, she knew it frustrated him when she didn't behave as he wanted. She loved to frustrate him, to wind him up just until the moment he was prepared to explode. It was a game she played. When he started forcing her to swallow the hated potions, she resented him, hated him for changing the rules of the game. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe her husband truly had her best interests at heart.