There are no ways for her to lie and say all will be alright. The truth is crushing her from the inside out. Esme wants to go back and scream at him. He should have told her; she would have understood. But instead, Draco hid it the entire time. He lied to her constantly, day after day pretending to be a saint he never ought to be, Not with that mark etched upon his skin. She sits down on the chair, the motion is practised, and there's no feeling in her body.