The last thing Savannah wanted to do was be a burden to Day so she cracked the door open and just barely stepped in the room. Comparatively, Day seemed like she was holding things together much better than she was. If anything, losing Gray had made Day even more determined and hard working, which was saying something to the woman's already intense work ethic.
But even still, it was later into the evening and only so much work could be done. Savannah had the strong sense that if someone didn't tell Day to stop and rest then she wouldn't even bother. It was an admirable trait, such persistence and hard work, but Day had to be suffering just as she was. Probably even worse. Day and Gray went way back and were so close they thought of each other as siblings. Savannah loved Gray deeply, but out of everyone in the family, sometimes she thought she had the least right to be so devistated.
"You want some company?" She asked, holding up the bottle of whiskey as if that could explain everything. She was sure that Day would recognize it as one of Gray's special bottles. Everything was still so fresh, and although the memorial yesterday was supposed to help them get closure, Savannah wasn't sure anything would every make this easier.