I rocked in the rocking chair with my sleeping pup. Mical's scent wafted to me as he quietly entered the room,

"Did she fall asleep again?"

I nodded and offered a small smile to him. He smiled back before closing the door to the nursery and leaning against the wall next to it,

"I actually wanted to speak with you, Cyrus."

I nodded for him to continue. I had an idea what this conversation would entail, and I'd already braced myself for it. He cleared his throat quietly,

"I'm actually surprised as to why you haven't confronted me yourself."

I tilted my head,

"About why you know so much about...