NYE: Confronted by Jonathan...

Leah tried her absolute best to enter the house quietely. But Jonathan was there ready to meet her, ominously sitting in the kitchen, a small lamp the only illumination.

"Uh....hey babe....everything okay?" she said as she placed her purse and keys on the kitchen counter.

"Why don't you tell me?" he said with a sneer. Jonathan didn’t even bother to meet her eyes at first, just watched her set her purse down, his hands knotted into trembling fists on the tabletop. He made a visible effort to swallow whatever was burning his throat, then looked up at her through lids heavy with accusation.

"What are you talking about?" Leah asked anxiously.

"You know what I am talking about." He said, his face strained with emotion.

"I....I really don't--what is going on?" Leah asked her voice timid, she **** a smile, or maybe it was more of a grimace.

"You are cheating on me. WHY!?" he demanded, his voice cracking with anger mixed with sadness.

“Jonathan—What? No—you—you’re not making any sense, I—”

He cut her off, voice hoarse, **** for blood.

“Don’t lie to me! I saw the texts. All the late nights. All the excuses.” He jabbed a finger in the air, as if puncturing an imagined bubble. “I know you’re cheating on me. WHY!?”