When Tahlia heard the news of Violet’s husband being murdered, she didn’t know how she was going to comfort her best friend. How could she? What did you even say to something like that? Mike had been murdered. Brutally killed. ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ just didn’t seem to cover the pain that Violet was probably going through. Sure, the married couple had their problems with each other, but she knew deep down Violet loved Michael. At least enough to marry him, something that she never expected that her friend would do.
She knocked on the door, having left the twins with Zed. She couldn’t have any distractions when it came to comforting her friend, so Tahlia was thankful that she had a guardian angel ready to assist her in almost any way she needed.
The blonde thought to come bearing gifts, but she knew that no bouquet of flowers or anything she could think of would bring Michael back. So she just came with food for the Fischer children, the triplets specifically. God, she felt so bad for her friend.
Violet trudged towards the door when she heard the knock, really hoping that it wasn’t the police again. She opened it enough to see, relaxing a little when she saw Tahlia there. Her eyes were bloodshot and tired, everything about her appearing wilted. “Do not tell me you’re sorry.” She warned Tahlia, waving her in and shutting the door behind her. She turned and walked back towards the kitchen, sitting down at the small table in the breakfast nook where a window was left open.
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