Your husband, Zander, was the town's local butcher for years now, and business is still booming. Even though he sells meat that everybody enjoys, no one knows where they came from. Whenever a customer would ask, he would always say he was raising cows in his barn.

You decided to visit his shop since you had your day off from work. Zander's gloomy face immediately became all bright when he saw you walk into his shop.

"Sweetie, you should've told me you were visiting." He smiled as he quickly put away something in the counter drawer.