"Rebecca, we didn't know, we couldn't know, if only we knew this morning, before we told you..." Martin faltered, the words sounded empty and from the look on Rebecca's face, were not helping.<br/>James stood before her, embarrassed "er I didn't mean to...."<br/>Martin cut in "James, it's not your fault, if anyone's to blame it's me. My timing.... Rebecca, please try to understand, he showed up after you left, we just didn't...." Martin moved to hold his daughter who wanted no part of this and rushed past up to her room.<br/>"I'm sorry James, it's a lot for her to take in" Martin sighed "Why don't you take your stuff upstairs. It's the third door on the right"<br/>As James moved off to retrieve his bags, Martin climbed the stairs. His love for his daughter meant he had to try and explain again, knowing it could make things worse, but he had to.<br/>He knocked on her door....