The next day, Mila brought him to a clinic. Dominic's face was half covered with a mask. Through the sunglasses he had put on, he scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
Nothing suspicious was noticed.
When he noticed the surveillance camera mounted on the top of the entrance, he lowered his head instantly.
"Let's get in." Mila linked her arm around his and guided him inside.
"Mila?"
She turned, her face instantly lighting up.
A young man in a tailored white coat approached them. He was tall, well-groomed, and confident. His smile was bright.
"Max." She moved in closer. "You disappeared after graduation. And then I recently heard you ran this clinic. You didn't contact me."
Max laughed. "It's been years. And you still talk too much and scold people like a professor."
Mila giggled. "And you taunt me just like before," she shot back playfully.
When Dominic saw them talking and laughing effortlessly, he felt something tightening in his chest.
"How have you been?" Mila asked.
