There was a great deal about her that was different than even just a year earlier. Something within her simply snapped right before she went on the run. It was more than just Antonin grabbing her arm in their kitchen. Though that might have been the immediate catalyst that put everything else in motion, there had been something else bubbling under the surface. For how long, she had no idea. Months? Years? She had become nothing less than a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.