Rachel and I usually had staggered work schedules, so every time she came home, she would take a shower. I had to rush home before her shower began.
I got back around six in the evening, and when I opened the door, I noticed Rachel wasn't home yet. She might still be at work.
I unpacked the groceries I had bought and started preparing dinner. Just as I finished up, Rachel walked in through the door, surprised to see me at home.
"You're not working today?" she asked.
I replied, "There wasn't much work, so I finished early. I also picked up some steaks on the way back. You mentioned you've been feeling unwell lately, so I thought a little nutrition would help."
Rachel paused for a moment, then said, "Oh, I see."
She set her bag down and flopped onto the sofa, scrolling through her pho
