"I grew up without knowing my mom, all I had was your various picture and video tapes of you, Rio got to know what you looked but even the five year old him gets to believe the Kellerman's tale, i can't believe this." Rebekah cried and Mrs. Claire geld her tightly to herself.

"What is more important than your daughter, that you left her for?" She sniffed.

"Her life, the lives of my kids." Mrs. Claire said and they slowly disengaged.

"What does dad look like, there are no pictures." Rebekah said.

"Am sorry."

"He's dead?, when last did you see him." Rebekah asked.

"Probably One or week ago, after...