Alice sat frozen as she took in her sons injuries. Overwhelming amounts of anger washed over her and she finally lifted a hand and let her fingers trace over his face. "Oh, Neville, what happened to you?" Her brow furrowed and she bit her lip, looking at Frank. She had the sudden urge to wrap Neville up in her cloak and take him with them; far away from this certain hell.
"No, it's not just us, but we can't talk about that here. Can you come with us?" He had not been able to hide the injuries from her. Mothers always knew what their children tried to hide. She moved her hand from his face and pulled the blanket cautiously off his shoulder. Her mouth fell open and she balled the blanket in her fist, trying to subside her anger. She placed her hand on his shoulder and shook her head. "Who did this to you, baby? They'll be the first to go when the time is right."