Jan. Week 3: Friday Evening...Confronted by Jonathan...

Leah had just gotten back home from work and Jonathan was sitting at the kitchen table. His face had a look on it that she had never really seen before. She knew something was up.

"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!?”