Sato Miwako calmed her restless emotions. Once she had cooled down, reason took over, and she finally let out a sigh.
She helplessly shook her head, then drove home, planning to turn in early so she could go to work the next day.
When she arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department the next day, everything was as usual.
Her colleagues at the Metropolitan Police Department warmly greeted her, and she had long since grown accustomed to it.
There were very few women in the Metropolitan Police Department, and even fewer in the Criminal Affairs Department. Though there had never been an official selection, with her decent looks, she had still been regarded as the department's flower.
The younger officers admired her appearance, while the older ones saw her as their own niece. After all, her father had once been a police officer too. Following his death in the line of duty, his old colleagues had long regarded the orphan he left behind as their own niece or daughter.
However, the things those people said when greeting her today left her rather baffled.
"Take care of yourself."
"If you feel unwell anywhere, don't keep it to yourself."
"Get plenty of rest. Don't overwork yourself; you need to recuperate properly."
"If there's anything you need help with, just say so."
As Sato Miwako heard those words, her brows gradually twisted together. She found them utterly inexplicable.
"What are these people talking about?"
"What do they mean?"
"It must be because they heard about my sick leave..."
"Right, I haven't come into the department these past few days. It wouldn't be strange for them to notice. And Yumi, that blabbermouth, probably wouldn't have kept quiet about me being sick."
A flash of inspiration struck Sato Miwako, and she decided that had to be