DAMIEN
“When you asked me to meet on Fifth Street, I assumed we were heading to that new café across the street. But this old bar—” Rafael paused, giving me a sharp look. “Are you out of your mind?”
“It’s a beautiful evening, and I’ve been driving aimlessly around town for hours. I needed somewhere to stop,” I explained.
“You have a home. And a wife.”
“I don’t call that place home anymore,” I replied, my voice tinged with sadness. “It’s more like a war zone.”
“What’s going on?” Rafael asked, adjusting his tight-fitting shot that fell above his knees. I noticed a pair of glasses poking out from his pocket. He was dressed like he was going to the beach.
“Damien.” I stopped, staring at him intensely as he called out my name.
“Missy’s brother moved into my house, and now he’s interferin
