Chapter 95: Walking Her to School

"Sit wherever you like. Dr. Zimmerman, what brings you by so late?" Mila Showyer smiled. Her bed was made with military precision, and a faint scent lingered in the room. Since Leonard Zimmerman had last tidied up, this was his first time stepping into her room again. Leonard closed the door. "You weren't feeling well. I came to treat you." Mila blinked, surprised he remembered. She had figured his long afternoon would have pushed her menstrual cramps out of his mind. At noon, Richard Zerba had...