It was nearly 5 PM when James Seaworth finally decided to put his book down."It's no use," he said, under his breath, "I just can't stay focused."After a couple of hours traveling by train from London, he was now in a hired car headed directly to his Aunt Rachel's home. They hadn't seen each other since her husband's death, over a year prior. He lived in London, studying and working part time at a well renowned law firm.A...