No one was home to greet her when she stepped out of the fireplace in the kitchen. She didn't really expect anyone. Antonin was nowhere to be found that morning when she left for work. He never came to bed after their argument the night before. Very few times in their marriage, regardless of how ugly and violent their rows got, did her husband refuse to sleep in the same room she was in. A folded up blanket on the living room couch answered her question as to where he spent the night.