Nick puts the car into park and pick up the envelope resting on the passenger seat. A porter, the same one that had taken him to see Warren had brought the letter. Nick, true to his word, opened it and read it through. Warren spoke of his love for his daughter and his regret at leaving her. Of his desires for her future and the hope that she will one day forgive him. Nick's happy to deliver it.

It's been three weeks since he left the hospital. His Dad made sure he did as he was told and now his energy levels are almost back to normal. He's just more tired at the end of the day than he's use to, especially for how little he's been doing. The doctor removed his sling yesterday and he was given permission to drive which is why he's now parked outside the Young's house.

He closes the car door and walks up the path. The grass is worn and turning brown from the lack of rain and the hose pipe ban in force. Despite the heat the door's closed, he knocks on it. As he waits for an answer he can hear the low hum of the television set and footsteps coming down the hall.

The door's opened by a woman of around five foot five. He hair hangs loose on her shoulders, it's dark brown with streaks of grey beginning to show through. Weariness is etched in the lines around her eyes. She's dressed in blue jeans and behind an apron with a character he recognises as a muppet blazoned on it, Miss Piggy he thinks, she's wearing a green top.

"Mrs Young, I'm Nick Fallin, I called you earlier."

Mrs Young is unable to look him in the eye as if she's embarrassed to see him.

"Yes I know who you are, I'm sorry for what my husband did to you."

"It wasn't your fault Mrs. Young. Can I come in Mrs Young?"

"Please call me Amy."

She opens the door wider and steps aside so Nick can walk through. He stands aside while she closes the door and then follows her to the living room which is straight ahead. Amy points to a chair for him to sit in, Nick obliges.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"A drink of water would be nice, thank you."

While Amy is in the kitchen Nick looks around the room. The room is clean and tidy although the furniture is worn. Amy obviously likes comfort over style. There are lots of photos of a young girl, who he guesses is Anthea, on the walls and on top of a set of cupboards and on the coffee table. He reaches over and picks the one on the table and studies it. The girl's pretty, with long blonde hair and a friendly smile. He can see she takes after her Mother the most but after Warren around the eyes. She's laughing at something off camera and it's a beautiful, natural shot. Amy comes in to the room, he places the photo back on to the table and takes his glass of water.

"She looks a lovely girl."

"She is. Although she's started in to her teenage years she doesn't give me a bit of trouble. I keep waiting for her to wake up one morning hating me, but I guess hating one parent is enough for her. How can I help you Mr. Fallin?"

"Please it's Nick."

"Nick."

"Your husband asked me to deliver a letter for your daughter. I said I wouldn't do it without your permission."

Amy stands up and puts her hands in her jeans pockets and starts to pace.

"I don't want her to have anything more to do with him."

She looks at him curiously.

"He put you through a terrible ordeal, I understand he almost killed you. How come you're doing this?"

Nick looks down at the floor. He knew this question would come and he thinks he understands the answer. He looks Amy in the eyes.

"I work a lot with families in situations like yours and I know how hard it is for the children that the parent leaves behind when they enter the prison system. They'r often confused and hurt. They feel rejected and abandoned. Warren talked to me about Amy, I know he loves her and it's important that she knows that too, and that his behaviour has nothing to do with her."

"I don't know, I don't want him in her life."

"I can understand that but there's nothing you can do to alter the fact that he's her father and I would suggest that you allow Amy to make that decision or she'll only end up blaming you."

"Let her hate me, it's better than him being in her life. She's only fourteen, she doesn't know what's best for her."

"She knows better than you think. It's up to you, of course."

He takes the letter out of his suit pocket.

"I've read it to make sure he didn't say anything unreasonable, It was a condition of my agreement, I wasn't prepared to be party to one of his games. but it's perfectly safe to give to your daughter. I think it will help her. He's being very honest with her. Truth be told it helped me too."

In the letter he apologised for his treatment of Nick, saying that he didn't deserve it and that it was wrong. Something he couldn't do to Nick's face, but probably added because he knew Nick was reading it.

He hands the letter to Amy and she takes it from him.

"If Anthea wants to know anything from me, she's welcome to get in touch.."

He removes a business card from his pocket and gives it to her.

"You as well Amy, if there's anything I can do to help just call me."

"You're very kind Nick and we will. I'll think about what you've said."

She walks him out to the door and he turns to say goodbye.

"Good luck Amy."

"You too Nick and I'm sorry for what you went through, I know it's not my fault, but I'm still sorry."

"Thank you."

Nick turns away and gets back in the car and begins to drive away. Amy is still watching from the doorway and he raises his hand as he leaves.