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Three weeks later
Soft gurgles emitted from Illyana as her mother rocked her slowly. Pleasant light shone through the cream coloured curtains of Francis's home.
It was a quiet sunny morning. These were a type of morning that Francis was quite partial to. It was the feeling of serenity... the birds chirping, wind blowing softly causing the large willow tree in the back garden to blow like the mane of a wild horse.
She loved the utter secure, calm feel of the break of day.
However, being a Shelby came with many disadvantages. One of which was people knocking on your door before the sun could even rise.
Francis sighed heavily as three brash knocks sounded from her front door. It seemed her peace and quiet was no more.
"I'm coming!" She called out before making her way through the living room and to the front door.
She swung it open tiredly.
The face she was met with was certainly one of a surprise.
There Michael was stood, eyes sad and teary and his jacket was practically falling from his shoulders they were dropped so low.
He didn't have to speak in order for Francis to know something was wrong. So instead of asking she just gently grabbed his hand with her own free one and slowly pulled him into her home.
There was no reluctance on his part.
"Is Tommy home?" He asked quietly.
Francis thought for a moment. She hadn't recalled hearing him leave but she also hadn't recalled seeing him anywhere in the house. So she made the decision that he was in fact not in the home.
"No he's not."
As the words left her mouth Michael couldn't help but relax. It was as if something had happened that he felt too ashamed for Tommy to know of it.
"Uh- please have a seat. I'm not needed anywhere today so take your time and just know I'm here to help..." she said with a comforting smile.
He nodded and slowly lowered down onto the single brown chair he had always sat in. For some reason it was as if he had subconsciously claimed the chair as his own. It wasn't as if anyone else sat in it either. Tommy preferred the slightly larger lighter brown loveseat on the left hand of the room and Francis preferred the three cushioned large sofa in the middle of the room.
