Milton didn't answer Aria's question right away. Instead, he walked back to his desk, picked up the photograph he had been looking at earlier, and handed it to her.
Aria accepted it and gazed at the picture. It was of a young woman holding a vibrant bouquet of flowers, her smile radiant and full of life.
"That's my daughter, Eva," Milton said, his voice low.
"She's beautiful," Aria commented softly.
