Sorry about the wait guys. One of my other stories has been doin really well and I've been postin a lot in that one. Enough excuses ... here's the next chapter!

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Jordan stood in the room, admiring the Pairs mural painted on the wall, looking around in amusment. It had been a long time since she was in a fifteen year olds room. Emma stood behind her, watching as Jordan and Woody poked around her room.

Jordan picked up a photo from her vanity and stared at it.

"Adorable wasn't he?" Emma asked from behind Jordan.

"Hunter?" Jordan asked. Woody walked over to them and they stared at the picture.

"Ya. That was taken when he was two," she said.

The little boy was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, standing in front of a large beach tree. He had short blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Both Woody and Jordan noted the resemblance between him and Emma.

"I'm really sorry for your loss," Woody said.

"It's ok. I've moved on," Emma asnwered simply.

Jordan picked up another picture, this one was recent. It showed Emma and a guy around her age, both in bathing suits at the beach. Jordan noticed that Emma's white bathing suit stood out amazingly against her tanned skin, her blonde hair even blonder from the sun. Her arms were looped loosely around the waist of the tanned guy next to her. He had very Italian features and ear length, wavy brown hair, his head resting gently on hers.

"Who's this?" Jordan turned and asked Emma who was still behind her.

"Reese. My boyfriend. That was taken this summer in LA when I went to visit my dad."

"Reese lives in LA or Boston?" Woody asked.

"Boston. But he came to LA with me."

Woody and Jordan nodded their heads in understanding.

"What ever happened to the guy who killed your brother?" Jordan asked.

"Thomas Avery? He was extridited to Texas for commiting three brutal murders there and was put to death last year. Both my father and I were there when it happened," Emma replied.

"You watched him die?" Woody asked in awe.

"My father made me. He said it would be justice served," Emma answered. Woody and Jordan could both hear the undertone of bitter resentment her voice held.

Downstairs the doorbell rang. Emma looked up into Woody and Jordan's face before looking out the hall.

"I'll be right back," she said as she left her room and walked down the grand stairs to the front door. Woody and Jordan followed, stopping halfway down the stairs to see who Emma's visitor was.

She swung open the ten foot high door and her jaw dropped. Standing on the front porch was a tall men with a menacin stature. He stood at over six feet, glaring down to the teen below him. His had a big build, muscualar arms and physique of a body builder. Emma just stared at him in awe.

When she finally found her tongue, one word was all she said. "Dad?"