"What are you doing here, Beverly?" Diego looked concerned as he stepped out to the balcony where Bev stood, reminiscing about her whole life, the wind cascading through her full hair.

"Nothing." Her voice was soft and low and didn't hold the power to carry on a conversation.

"You left your food barely touched, and then you stand here lost in thoughts, and you want me to believe it's nothing?"

"Sorry about the food,I just don't have the appetite to eat."

"Why?" he demanded almost immediately. He had this feeling she was avoiding him.

Summoning enough courage, she lifted her head and turned to him.

"I'm just worried about my...