C33 Hart's Decision

“Myra, are you all right?”

Hart’s six-feet tall figure towered over Myra as he watched her rub her eyes. They were still red and puffy from her tremendous tears earlier. He observed her hurriedly folding a slip of paper that she was holding into a small square and stuffed it under the tablecloth. Fortunately, Hart didn’t notice her hasty actions.

“What are you doing here