“Is there anything I can do, Eve? It would do you good to be away for some time, you know. Why don’t we go somewhere?”
“I can’t go and have fun when I don’t know where my daughter is…”
Eve had been thrown into a sort of melancholy. She cried often, calling Eloise. And sometimes even Cain.
“I don’t like to see you so sad.”
– I’m sorry, Tristan. And you’ve been so good to me too. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.
– There is a way.
“Stop thinking about him. Think about me only.”
– He doesn’t deserve you, Eve.
– Wai… wait, I…
“I’m not going to wait any longer, my precious Eve.”
“Tonight, you’re mine only.”