Lavender blinked. "Richard's fine," she assured Susan. "I think he'll survive anything that gets thrown at him."
She swallowed, giving a quick shake of her head. She wanted to say that she was fine, wanted to believe that more than anything, but she couldn't. "My..." If she said it aloud, would it make it seem more real? At the moment, it didn't feel real in the slightest. Maybe it would be easier to accept. "My grandmother just passed away."