Antonin lifted his head to stare her in the face. His dark brown eyes were filled with unshed tears. Every wrinkle that had crept up on his features in recent months was on prominent display. Though still quite handsome, she hated that he was starting to show his age. How much of that was her fault? If they were able to get away, would he be healthier? She didn't even want to imagine what would become of him if he had to do what she begged him to do. Likely he wouldn't be able to to move past that horrible moment. Taking a deep, calming breath, Antonin reached across the space between them to run his hand gently through her curls.