Maryanne's pov
Professor Smith took a seat on the chair on the other side. He was grim but still gave me his signature tight lipped smile.
"How are you Maryanne?" He asked.
Professor Daniel Smith was my mentor back in college, over the years we had become more of like friends. A young professor with achievements that took more years to achieve than he had lived. I admired him a lot, he has always helped me when I was in need. He was wearing his usual suit and tie, his white lab coat was missing.
"I'm good professor. What about you? How is everyone?" I asked. My hopes soared. He can surely tell me about everything back home.
His grey eyes avoided me as I waited for him to say something. My fingers drummed on the wooden plank impatiently.
"Professor?"
"I have bad news, Maryanne.
