"Athena, hey, you don't look okay. What's the problem?" Aiden's voice was laced with concern as he approached her, but Athena merely sighed, unsure how to respond.
She kept her silence, feeling the weight of her exhaustion pressing down on her. Instead, she opened the car door and slid into the front passenger seat.
Aiden, sensing that something was amiss, hurried to the driver's side, his brow furrowing deeper as he searched her face for answers.
"Athena, what's the problem?" He pressed gently once he got settled.
"Just work. I'm just tired," She replied, shaking her head dismissively, as if her weariness was an all-encompassing shroud that she couldn't quite shake off.
Her thoughts immediately drifted to Herbert, who she had confirmed was indeed suffering from the Grey disease after running tests.
He had asked her to keep it a secret, the distressed look on his face haunting her.
