Martin was troubled about his daughter. He was glad to come over and visit his youngsters after the long week away, working on the site and in the office. Emily ran up to greet him and hugged him as if she hadn't seen him in years and he held her at arms' length and taken a good look at her.
'How's my baby?'
'Baby's fine!' she laughed but her eyes seemed sad and she looked tired really tired. He was puzzled by this. She was on holiday and should be looking tanned and fit.
He drew her aside after their meal and said softly, 'Have you been sleeping okay?'
'I think so,' she said, 'yes, yes, I have,' for she saw the look of anxiety on his face and didn't want to bother him. He had work to do and she knew he was enjoying himself. He had spent most of lunchtime telling them all about the
