Since her mother left and they moved into that old Victorian home, Martin saw his daughter, Eva, change drastically. She was once a sweet little girl, dancing and singing, but after her mother ran off to Vegas, Eva became angry and emaciated. Her voice was hoarse, though the doctors could not figure out why. Her skin had become pale and scratched up. Martin applied lotion to her at night. It was always so cold in that drafty old house, especially in Eva’s room. She cried so much her eyes were large green saucers. They seemed to glow as if they were backlit. What did Martin know after all about raising a little girl?