"Don't be sorry, Neville. No, don't be; I'm glad you said something. I've-" Hannah said, then stopping for a moment and shook her head. "I've been holding back on saying something for quite some time now because I didn't know if it was just feeling lonely or what have you. I didn't want to burden you after you were appointed Headmaster," she murmured.
She smiled. "I guess we've both been feeling the same things, but been afraid to say anything to each other. Oh bother, how silly," she told him, and Hannah reached over and ran a finger down his face with affection.
Her heart sped up and she nodded. Hannah really did want to try again. She had missed him, and their family for too long now. "What do we tell Frankie and Minerva though? They ought to know - or should we wait? I don't want to upset them. Minerva blames me for the divorce as it is," she sighed.