When they were both calmer, Antonin kissed his wife and made his excuses to leave. She didn't ask him for details of his plans. It was possible that he wanted nothing more than to just be alone for a few hours. There was fear etched into his face that she'd never seen before. Something was bothering him that he wasn't willing to speak to her about just yet. She never felt more unnerved than when she knew her husband was afraid. Somehow that seemed unnatural, wrong.