**Chapter 50: The Unspoken Truth**

Myra finally sighed, her shoulders rising and falling as she prepared to ask the dreaded question. She had been wanting to know the truth for a long time, and now that they were alone, she couldn't help but wonder if her suspicions were correct. Doc, sensing a change in her tone, looked down at her, his eyes questioning. "Have you been chasing my heart this whole time?" Myra asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air, and Doc tensed up, unprepared to reply. He looked down, his eyes avoiding hers, and Myra's heart skipped a beat as she waited for his response. Doc's face went still, his eyes fixed on the floor as he struggled to find the right words. Myra's eyes never left his face, her gaze piercing as she searched for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. The air was thick with tension, and Myra could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his response. But before Doc could say anything, Myra reached out and gently kissed his cheek. "Cupid, I-" she said, her voice soft and gentle. Doc's blush confirmed Myra's suspicion, and she smiled, a sense of understanding washing over her. Myra had been a witness to Doc's complicated love life before, when he was dating Natalie, then Claire, then he took a break. She had seen the way he looked at her, the way he cared for her, and now she understood that she had always been his world. He just hadn't wanted to make it obvious, fearing that she might think of him differently. As Doc's blush deepened, Myra's eyes sparkled with amusement. She had known it all along, but now she had confirmation. She had been the one he loved, the one he had been chasing all along. Myra's heart swelled with emotion as she looked at Doc, her eyes filled with a newfound understanding. "Why didn't you tell me?" Myra asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Doc's eyes met hers, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the air thick with emotion. Doc's face was still flushed, and he looked away, his eyes avoiding hers. "I was afraid," he said, his voice low and husky. "I was afraid that you might see me differently, that you might not feel the same way." Myra's smile softened, and she reached out, her hand brushing against Doc's arm. "I see you now," she said, her voice gentle. "And I feel the same way."