"Do you want to follow them to the burial?" Caleb offered as we watched Andrew walking away.
I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice.
"I'll drive." he stated as he held his hand out to take the keys.
"Thanks." I said as I handed them to him.
Eventually we reached the cemetery and followed the group. I sighed as Andrew glared at us as we stood opposite him at the grave.
"Don't worry about it, you're her daughter, you have a right to be here." Caleb whispered in my ear.
"Hey." I heard a voice say behind me.
I spun around and stood face to face with Stuart.
"Where have you been?" I asked him.
"I got held up." he said quietly.
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I glanced around nervously, unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching me.
"Who's that?" I asked as I saw a man standing by a tree, watching us.
Both Stuart and Caleb followed my gaze.
"I don't recognise him." Stuart said.
"He's probably one of the guests." Caleb pointed out.
"I don't remember seeing him at the service." I said thoughtfully.
"He's still watching us." I whispered, a few moments later.
"Just ignore him." Caleb told me.
I glanced at Caleb and made a snap decision. I quickly walked towards the man.
"Wait up." I heard Caleb say as he followed me.
We crossed the cemetery quickly, my heart beating faster as we got closer to him. As nervous as I was, I felt comforted having Caleb beside me and Stuart a few yards away.
"Hello." I said nervously as I stood in front of me.
He smiled at me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I wanted to be here for the burial." he stated quietly.
"You knew Susan?" I frowned.
"Yes she's my ex wife." he said.
"What?!" I spluttered.
"You look like her." he smiled.
"She's my mother." I admitted.
He looked at me intently for a moment.
"Emma?" he whispered.
"Yeah." I told him.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked me.
"Yeah I think I do." I said quietly as I finally joined the dots in my head.
I stared into the eyes of the man I now knew to be my father.
"Are you coping without your mother?" he asked gently.
"Yeah, I hardly knew her." I replied quietly.
"Huh?" he frowned.
"I've only known her a couple of weeks." I told him.
"You mean, she didn't raise you?!" he exclaimed.
"No, I was raised in care." I frowned.
"What the hell?!" he cried.
"You didn't know?" I asked.
"I had no idea, she left me for Andrew and took you and Stuart with her." he said quietly.
"She put us in care about a year later." I stated.
He shook his head in disbelief.
"Why did she do that?" he asked.
"Andrew didn't want us around." I said quietly.
"She choose him over you!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah I guess so." I whispered.
"Why didn't you try and find us?" I asked him.
"I had some problems and thought you'd be happy with your Mum and Andrew." he told me.
"I guess it's funny how things turn out." I said quietly.
I had no idea how to feel towards my father. On one hand I was glad that he came back into my like now at a time when I needed support, but I couldn't help but feel a little angry. He was my father, he was supposed to take care of us. If he'd made an effort to find us, maybe we wouldn't have had to be raised in a foster home. We could have been with family where we belonged.
"Also I couldn't bear to be around Andrew, I hate him. He was my best friend and then he stole my wife and children!" he said angrily.
I nodded slowly.
"We should probably go." I said as I glanced at Caleb.
"At least let me have your phone number before you go." he asked me.
I sighed as I wrote it down and handed it to him.
"Thanks." he smiled.
I nodded and walked away.
"I'll be in touch!" he called after me.
AN: Hey guys, so you've probably figured out that this is going to be a whodunit story. I'm curious as to who you think killed Susan, so comment please :) x
