I wish I could be more helpful to her, but I've no clue what that's like.

One of my parents was physically abusive to all of us kids, but liked me least. At one point as a 12 (13?) year old, The Abuser said something to me that changed my perspective of everything that went on in the house. And that was that. They weren't my family and I was only there until I could manage to GTFO.

I feel bad for B, I know it sucks but I can't put myself in her shoes because I've never had her loss.