Eve walked into her parents' home and hung up her coat. Then she took a deep breath and fixed a smile on her face before she walked down the narrow hallway. She stopped at the doorway to the lounge and her smile slipped a little.

Her father was in his hospital bed, watching his programs and looking more depressed than she had ever seen him. Most of his equipment surrounded him in the small room, a constant reminder of what his life was now.

And it was all her fault.

"Hey, dad."

As always, the moment he heard her voice, the mask he always wore around her appeared as a...