Nefretiri
"I'm finished!" Millie declares happily, holding up her worksheet.
"Okay, let's check." I take the worksheet from her, scrolling through the answers. Who knew they had to do supernatural schoolwork? "Looks good, sweetie."
"I got them all right." She states proudly, giving her brother a smug smile.
"Yes, you did!" I grin, setting the stack of papers in front of her again.
We're sitting at the largest table in the visitor's area of the clinic. A comfortable space where the patients could socialize if they had more than a few people coming to check on them. We'd used it as a makeshift classroom for the past few hours. Only a few patients were in the clinic, so we had room to ourselves, and no one bothered us. So, it made this easy.
