Amy's POV
When Amy had opened the door for Vivian, she had expected maybe a verbal hello or a hug.
She had even expected to find her friend holding a bottle of wine and wanting to celebrate the end of the work day with some alcohol and snacks.
But instead she had gotten an armful of a crying Vivian Rose.
And that was currently what she was dealing with. Holding her best friend close as Vivian continued to sob. Amy guided them both to the couch, and maneuvered them until they were both seated. All the while she did not stop running soothing circles over Vivian's quivering back in an effort to calm her.
"It's alright, it's alright," Amy said softly as she began to rock back and forth trying to soothe her friend. But it was not working. Instead of the sobbing dying down, it instead picked up. Vivian's entire frame shaking with the force of her cries.
