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"Myra, why don't you finish up and get dressed. Mommy wants to talk to Logan for a few minutes." Myra smiled and said 'okay', placed her plate in the sink, and ran off to her room.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Logan was cleaning up the kitchen now, ready for something unpleasant.
"It's about… last night. Something did happen," I sighed and squeezed the bridge of my nose.
"I could tell by the panic in your voice when I asked." He scrubbed the counter unnecessarily hard. What I was going to say wouldn't be taken easily.