Well this wasn't how Beth expected to spend her day. The blonde woman stared straight ahead at you, her niece, as she took a seat on the sofa, beer bottle in hand. The blue eyed Dutton took a swig of the bottle.

"Why are you here?"

She asked. After a moment, Beth continued before you could even answer the question. You were Jamie's daughter. One would be hard pressed to find anyone Beth despised more than her adoptive brother.

"Better yet, give me one reason I shouldn't tell you to leave."