SEVENTY FIVE

EVA'S POV

"What do you mean Milana killed herself?" Was the retort that came back.

I remained silent, allowing myriad thoughts to collide within the man. I barely knew him; our interactions had been few and far between, leaving us as mere acquaintances.

Yet, I understood he was a rational man, making this perhaps the most dangerous game I played.

But I tried not to dwell on how quickly a shift could happen. It didn't matter if Dorian Legrand was a man of science. He loved his daughter. Love, I noticed, was irrational.

"I don't know what else to say. She was found this morning. She... She hung herself."

A chuckle escaped my lips, but I masked it as a sob. I was that good.

"Why would Milana do that?" The pitch of his voice kept rising. "I know my daughter. She is not like that. If she was... If she were suicidal, I would have known. I, of all people, would have known. I talked to her two days ago, and she seemed fine."

"She seemed fine to me, too," I whispered, acting like the words we