NYE: Jonathan questions her...(Suspicion: +10)

Leah crept into the darkened house, her heart still racing from more than the cold. She slipped through the door, hoping to avoid Jonathan's gaze, but there he was, sitting on the couch with a laptop dimly lighting his furrowed brow.

"Hey," she said, trying to sound casual, "didn't think you'd still be up."

"Hey," he replied, his voice steady but his eyes searching. "I was getting worried. It's almost four in the morning. Where were you?"

Leah hesitated, the truth a jumbled mess in her mind.

"Sam and I had a few too many," she finally said, forcing a smile. "Didn't want to drive, so I crashed at her place."

Jonathan nodded slowly, but there was a pause, a lingering silence that made her chest tighten.

"You should have called," he said, too calm. "You know, just so I didn't think you were dead in a ditch somewhere."

"I know," Leah said, her voice softer. "I'm sorry. My phone died."

Another nod. Another pause. He closed the laptop and stood up, stretching in a way that seemed to measure her. "Glad you're safe," he said, leaning in for a quick kiss that felt more like an inspection.

"I'm exhausted," Leah murmured, moving toward the bedroom, hoping to escape the weight of his quiet doubt. "I'm just gonna crash."

Jonathan watched her, his expression unreadable.

"Yeah," he said at last, "sleep well." But the words followed her like shadows, refusing to leave her alone.