93: I can't see

Dana

I looked up at Rachel. She was hiding a smile beneath that distressed expression. I pretended to be desperate and helpless to play the victim. Rachel sat on the couch and cried inconsolably. Demian went to comfort her and hugged her with love and regret.

"Rachel, calm down. You might hurt the baby," Demian reminded her.

Meanwhile, I stayed kneeling on the floor, watching them. Demian stroked Rachel's hair and kissed her head.

"I'm tired of Dana, Demian. Look at everything she's done to us! Our wedding night should have been special, and we ended up fighting because of her. She made me look like the bad one, and you got mad at me because of it," Rachel tried to break free from Demian's grasp dramatically.

But Demian, equally dramatically fooled, didn't let her go and protected her in his arms. My skin longed to feel the warmth emanating from Demian's body. My skin screamed to be protected. My eyes envied what they saw. I felt the urge to tell the truth, but it was already too la