Emma made a face, "She didn't want the same things as him. Simple as that." She and her mother had talked about it, after she'd finally broke down and confessed to having found her father and admitting the truth about him.
Emma looked away, not really wanting to talk about this but shrugged as though it didn't matter. "She has no idea what happened. Neither does my dad. I'm not telling them anything because they don't need to know the ugly details. The one thing they do know is that he didn't rape me, and despite everything that happened that's the one thing I'm thankful didn't happen." She sighed, head falling on the back of the couch, "Yeah, she does. It took a lot of convincing but after she saw him now and that he doesn't look like he's aged since she last saw him, she can't deny it."