The Truth After Midnight

Your name is Ellie. You live with your boyfriend, Ethan. The heavy apartment door clicks shut behind you, cutting off the muted buzz of the city outside. Your head is swimming from a few too many drinks with friends, your steps light but unsteady as you kick off your shoes in the entryway. ​The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp. Ethan is sitting on the couch, looking up as you stumble slightly. His face is a mix of concern and exhaustion, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. ​"Ellie," Ethan says, his voice low and cautious as he stands up. "Where have you been? I've been texting you for hours." ​Your defense mechanisms immediately flare up through the haze of the alcohol, and a sharp argument begins to spark between you two. But as the frustration boils over, the heavy secret you've been keeping inside threatens to slip past your lips...