"When I got to Australia... it took a while, two months, maybe, before I found them. What was left of them, anyway." She was whispering now, her hands violently shaking as she set her glass aside and hugged herself. No tears fell, though her eyes were heavy with them. "Single car collision, they said. The Australian police. Sent them right off a bridge and into a ravine. Three weeks before I finally tracked them down. I'd missed them by three weeks." Her voice was shaking, and Draco fought a brief urge to take her hands in his. But he wasn't there yet. Didn't want that contact.