68: I spoke to her

Demian

"You haven't been home all damn day! What the hell is wrong with you?" Rachel asked me angrily, storming down the stairs.

The cleaning lady went into the kitchen to stay out of the argument with Rachel. I didn't feel like dealing with this. I was tired and surely wouldn't be able to sleep all night thinking about Dana and her well-being.

I didn't need Rachel bothering me, but I understood why she was upset.

"I don't feel like fighting, Rachel. Not now, Dana," I responded, realizing I had mentioned the wrong name at the end.

Rachel looked at me as if I were crazy. I saw her fuming, with smoke practically coming out of her ears. She crossed her arms and slightly parted her lips. I didn't mean to upset her.

"I'm sorry, Rachel. I meant you."

"You're always thinking about her and you confuse my name. You're unbelievable, Demian!"

"Please, Rachel... I don't want to fight. Not today," I said, taking off my suit and unbuttoning a few buttons of my shirt. I needed to breathe.

"And when