OK, talk about Felix and Millie? For your 500 words post
Felix is not like Amelie.
It would be so much easier, Millie thinks, if he were.
No, Felix is all Emilie - and Emilie was ever reflective of Emil. A strong personality that refused to make itself palatable unless some force was applied.
Colt is definitely applying force, she can see it in the new reservation in her grandson, the way he inhales before he speaks, as though preparing to be challenged.
He will leave them, she thinks, like Emilie did. But Amelie was a better mother to her son than she ever was to her girls.
"Grandmum?" Felix rouses her from her woolgathering. "Tea? I was getting mother some."
Millie reaches out and notes the flinch as she comes close, her fingers pause their path and then cup his cheek. "Sweet boy."
His eyes are so bright. His eyes. His mother's. Hers.
She should protect him.
She should protect all of them. She is a coward. Such a coward. "Thank you, Felix."
His lips part, and she sees question and accusations lingering in his eyes.
He won't forgive them. He shouldn't.
If she was strong enough, she would give them the world.
