Aileen and I stood there in silence. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't think what to say. Nothing I could say could possibly help. Tallulah had practically sprung into the room, her arms full of flowers. She was singing to herself, completely oblivious to the sad looks that had been on both our faces, completely unaware of the carnage that sweet little girl had left in her wake. My father had walked in behind her and gave me the softest look I've ever seen.

"Oh Rory," he ...