James walked into the lounge where Martin and Sheila were sitting and talking. He still felt awkward just walking in. They both glanced at him.<br/>"How did it go?" Martin asked<br/>"Could've been better" replied James "I've got something I need to ask you about"<br/>"Of course dear, would you like a drink first?" asked Sheila<br/>"Er , yeah, thanks, coffee please, white and one sugar"<br/>"Martin?" She got a nod in response "Ok" and Sheila moved off to the kitchen.<br/><br/>"What do you want to ask son?" Martin asked as James moved to sit down<br/>"Rebecca..mentioned something about another brother"<br/>Martin's face fell a little "ah, yes,  you  mean Andrew"<br/>"I guess...." he was unsure how to proceed " What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"<br/>"Martin, visibly breathed in deeply and said "About a year ago Andrew died from breathing complications, asthma. He and Rebecca were out in the country when he had an attack, a serious one..."Martin was struggling "his inhaler had no effect and the asthma attack caused led to cardiac arrest...he died in Rebecca's arms"<br/>"Oh God" James replied quietly, no wonder she had freaked when he used his inhaler.....