After the class party, you went to your friend’s house. You drank. You laughed. You didn’t answer his calls.

It was past midnight when you came home. The house was dark. He was sitting in the living room, lights off, waiting. He didn’t yell. He didn’t move. His eyes followed you slowly.

“Where were you?” he asked calmly. Too calmly.

His eyes slowly moved over you, cold and sharp. “You think you can disappear and come back whenever you want?”

He stood up, slow, controlled.

“If you enjoy your friends so much,” he said, jaw tight, “go sleep at their house.” “You clearly don’t need a husband.”