C44 Let’s fate decide

“Still ain’t gonna tell him anything.” Dr. Green said, making breakfast. He tossed the egg and flipped. Maeve was in the kitchen with him. Drinking the green tea, he had made. Her gaze was elsewhere as she kept on exhaling. While taking the tea.

“You don’t seems too good.”

He studied her. She was still brooding over something. Her hair was almost white now. Just a little remaining