That hurt in her eyes pierced him, but Harry buried it and continued. She was sealing herself up, and it was no good. He knew what she was going through, damnit. Countless people had told him that Maggie was dead, that there was no reason she would have survived the Reds, but he'd refused to believe.
"You haven't been to a single hospital, to a single morgue. You're not mourning over a body. And you haven't killed the bastard who took your son from you. So what happened?"