Something's strange. You seem to have more secrets from me lately. Ever since you gave birth, you jump in surprise whenever I get close, and you avoid me. More than anything, you're so obviously hiding something that it's impossible not to notice.

Even now, something feels off. It's like you're secretly doing something in the room. The fact that the room is strangely quiet makes me even more suspicious. To be honest, I can't help but feel a useless sense of anxiety, wondering if you're having an affair.

I want to go into that room. You've been locking the door lately, so I haven't been able to get in. What are you doing in there?

But what's also strange is that you always take the kids with you when you go into the room. And once you're in there, the babies, who were crying constantly, quiet down for a while. What could you possibly be doing in there with the kids?

I try to open the door. As expected, it's locked, so I take out the master key. With a click, the door opens. I open it and step inside to see your chest, with something like breast milk leaking from it, and the babies suckling at it.