"We grew up together"

Margot knocked on the glass door of the big house, she looked around the neighborhood and it was as serene as she remembered. The neighborhood was clean, hard to find even a piece of paper loitering the place. It was like the sky there was clearer than elsewhere. No matter how she tried to smile at the beauty of nature as shown in the very green neighborhood, she couldn't. She wasn't here to smile, she was here to express her condolences to her best friend's parents.

The previous day she had called but they didn't answer, Margot assumed that it was all too much for them and they needed time, coming back the next morning wasn't really giving them time, but at least she planned to mourn with them.