"What? Wait, okay, go ahead... thank you."
"Dana, there's commotion downstairs... Olsen and Dylan are arguing at the lobby reception," Odette exclaimed. Dana closed her eyes; she wasn't ready to face Dylan, especially not in his current state of anger. She wanted to be with her son first.
"Can you handle them, Ode? Tell Olsen that if he doesn't leave, I'll have him arrested. And tell Dylan, sorry, I'm not ready to face him yet."
"Okay, I'll take care of it."
"Dylan, please, not now. Dana's under so much stress... please," Dana heard Odette's voice pleading with Dylan, and she also heard Dylan's voice outside, insisting on talking to her. She looked at her son, who was already asleep on the bed.
"Odette, I'll take care of it. You take care of Devin," she said as she quickly left the un
