She shook her head. No, she was being foolish. The fear that Antonin might be dead was the only reason she was having charitable thoughts at all. There was no reason to be sentimental. Even if it was true that he was dead, what did she care? Wasn't she the one who tried to kill him in the middle of their son's birthday party when he was only in the next room? What right did she have to be worried when he was almost dead at her hands months earlier?