"I came to check on Mr. Dawson," she said simply.
I searched her face for something else, anything that might tell me she was hiding something but Dune had always been difficult to read.
She wasn't the type to panic or ramble. She answered questions plainly and kept her thoughts to herself.
"You came to see Dawson?" I repeated quietly.
She nodded. "Yes."
If she'd come from his ward, I swallowed.
"Dune."
"Yes, ma'am?"
I hesitated for only a second before asking,
"Did you happen to see someone leaving Dawson's room?"
She tilted her head. "Someone?"
I nodded. "Anyone suspicious."
Her brows knitted together in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"A woman... perhaps."
Dune looked genuinely puzzled. "I'm sorry, I didn't see anyone suspicious."
"You didn't?"
"No." She frowned sligh
