"I hoping if you could answer a question for me... It's about Ms. Beatrice," Hannah said in a low voice. Ambrose was prepared to get the question out of the way when Hannah said my name, piquing his curiosity. He wondered what she could have meant to ask him. Perhaps something happened when they were out and Hannah couldn't stay quiet about it.
"What is it then?" Ambrose asked, moving his finger away from the picture frame. He opened the desk drawer next to him and moved the frame into it before he pushed the drawer to close. Hannah, with her head still lowered, was trying to figure out what exactly she wanted to ask. But for the sake of not keeping him waiting, she asked the first thing that came to mind next.
"Did anything ever happen to Ms. Beatrice?" She asked, a very vague question
