Milly went to her bed, grabbed something—a stuffed duck Alex gave her, knowing how much it bothered Tommy—and threw it at the wall. At the same time, the door opened.

"Wow, have you been skipping your anger management class, Milly Mouse?" Torry asked, amused, as she closed the door behind her.

Milly lay down and buried her face under a pillow. She thanked God that she had already turned off her laptop. All the Internet tabs she has opened are on pregnancy.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"I wanted to ask for a favor, but I guess right now you need my help more than I need yours."

"Go...