Presumption of Guilt

Levi lay in bed, a bandage covering his forehead, clearly freshly dressed.

Clara stood guard outside his hospital room, her eyes fixed on the door. When Dante approached, she moved to block his way. "Why are you here?"

Seeing Clara's guarded expression, Dante felt his chest tighten with frustration, his face darkening. "Levi's a grown man. Broad daylight, crowded hospital—what could I possibly do