Debbie let out a soft gasp, instinctively stuck her finger in her mouth. She looked a little flustered, a little panicked.
Carlos walked over, gently pulled her out of the kitchen, and led her to the couch. He opened a drawer, took out gauze and some rubbing alcohol, and started cleaning and dressing her wound.
Debbie watched him, a smile of pure happiness blooming on her face.
See? No matter what happened, she was Mrs. Morton. And Carlos... he'd always come back to her.
"Carlos, I missed you so much. I promise I'll behave from now on. Please don't leave me again, okay?"
She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.
But Carlos slowly peeled her fingers off him, one by one. Then he pulled out a document, already prepared, and slid it onto the coffee table.
"Debb
