Her mind turned to Neville, the boy was shy, filled with anxiety and struggled to stand up for himself yet today he had done something impressive. He had told her no. This was the first time he had done so and in that moment she had seen a glimpse of someone she would be proud to call family. She stood, her old bones creaked as she turned to look at the photos on her mantle. Neville was not his father's son. Frank had been strong from the moment he could stand. Her Frank, by the old Gods and the new she missed her little boy. It was the other person in the photo that her grandson reminded her of. Alice, her daughter in law. A woman she wished she had gotten to know better.