Detective Chief Inspector
Vincent returned home later in the evening with a different look from what he normally carries on his face.

"What's wrong?" Tasha asked, seeing him enter the living room.

Vincent lazily sat down on the couch and sighed heavily while allowing his suitcase to slip out of his fingers.

Tasha walked up to Vincent looking worried.

"Where's the baby?" Vincent asked Tasha.

"In the cradle sleeping. A maid is watching over her." Tasha answered.

Vincent covers his face with his hat after relaxing his head on the couch.

"Why are you so down?" Tasha inquired, determined to know everything.

"I don't want you to worry too much. You have a baby to take care of while I'm away and these kinds of things aren't for you to worry about." Vincent explained, removing the cap and lifting his head to sit up properly.

Tasha smiled, "It's about the Ferdinand and José problem isn't it? What did the detective say?"

"You don't need to know that honey." Vincent waved Tasha's question away.

"Yes, I do. I am your wife
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