Oh! Malou found herself surprised to actually know JP beyond his letters to her roommate. She’d dealt with him from time to time in the ward when their jobs crossed. “Mr. Hatchitt, please come in.” Malou’s quiet voice was polite as she gave him a small smile.

She had never been an outgoing person, but now her concern for Fallon overrode her worries about conversation. “I haven’t either.” She confirmed, the calm mask on her face eroding at her admission, worries tugging at lines around her eyes and lips. “I keep hoping she’ll suddenly arrive back home as if this were all a bad dream. Foolish, right?”