Victoire clung to her aunt like a lifeline, as if letting go would make her somehow float away. As much of a relief as it was to hear someone finally understand, she ached at the thought of somehow causing more discord than there already was.
"It - it must be somehow," she choked out. "If I'd been - if I'd been enough or - or better or - or something, he wouldn't have--" Her voice caught again, and for a moment, her shoulders shook with silent sobs.
"I don't want anyone to hate him or be upset with him or - or villainise him," she whispered. "He was my best friend. He was my - my husband and my partner and Kitty's dad and--" She squeezed her eyes shut. "It just hurts so damn much, and I don't know how to make it better."