Taking her second glass of wine from him, Tracey sipped it. Hiding, missing, what was the difference? Either way he was gone. His father couldn't have too much influence on Adrian if he wasn't around.
"Yes," she responded. "You can only pretend for so long. They'll know." If it really wasn't where he wanted to be, the Death Eaters were going to know. Offering him a small smile as he told her what he really wanted to do, she nodded. "Off you go then. Send me a postcard." She ignored his apology however, she didn't know what it was for.