By the time she was able to fall asleep, it was late. When she woke up at the sound of her blasted alarm informing her that it was time to start another day, she rolled over to find the space next to her empty. Only the absence of Antonin's pillow proved he'd been anywhere near their marital bed. Expecting to find him waiting for her on the sofa in the lounge, she sighed when she found the same blanket neatly folded underneath his pillow. Silence proved that he might have come home after his meeting, but he was up before the sun to run away again.