She hadn't moved from her bedroom since her uncomfortable conversation with Lee. Imagining the possibility that her husband was pining away for her instead of planning her demise was too much. It was insanity, pure and simple. Antonin had grown clever in his deceptions, that was all. His best friend Thorfinn was likely just going along with the charade. Even though he promised her that he wouldn't tell her husband that he'd seen her, she was certain that the blond had already unburdened his conscience. Maybe they were both waiting for her to return to the same sticky Muggle cafe in Hannah's village.