"You and mom didn't even think about me did you? How this would make me feel? How much I would hurt?" Jezzabelle slammed the door in her father's face and locked it. She turned the radio on with the volume as loud as it would go and then slid down to the floor sitting near the door her head in her hands crying.

Outside in the hall her father sat next to the door head in his hands crying. "I'm sorry," he kept repeating even though he knew that she couldn't hear it over the loud music. "I'm so sorry."