As she lay in her bed resting and trying to get the pain in her head to disappear completely, she kept thinking about Antonin. Thinking about him and missing him to her surprise. When she'd been afraid in recent days, her first instinct was to seek him out. That had to mean something significant. She tried not to consider the implications. It would just drive her mad. Besides, except for the time she had her mind manipulated to the point that she thought her husband was an abusive monster, she always felt safer when he was around. Even in the early days of their teacher-student relationship, long before she ever even considered him as potentially being more than just her mentor. For twenty years, especially during the hard times, he'd been a source of comfort and stability. She was afraid that maybe she was making more out of her feelings than she should. It was hardly the time. There were other more important issues to be concerned about.