"Oh, love..." Molly could feel the grief and tension in him as he wrapped his arms around her, and she pulled him just as tight.
"I'm staying in Victoire's room for now," she told him, reaching to touch his cheek. "It's fine. The bed is too hard, but my bones are old." She wasn't sure any bed would be comfortable anyway, without her Arthur.
"How are the children?" She'd seen them and hugged them, but it was hard to tell with teenagers, they showed their grief so differently. Although Alex was clearly devastated; he was still kneeling by his mother's headstone. "I got a hug and a kiss from most of the grandchildren, but I haven't had a moment to speak to them."