I started sharply. That wasn't exactly what I'd expected to hear from him.

"Dad." I choked on his name. "You think I'm the end of Creation?"

He didn't answer that, not directly, not yet. Instead he sat back, exhaled heavily, dark hair falling over his trouble blue eyes.

"I don't know what to think, Eve." He turned to me, smiled sadly. "Please, don't for a moment doubt I love you." I was beginning to, and doubting myself all over again. "Or that I ...