You were sitting on Dutch’s cot, reading a book. Mindlessly flipping through pages. You heard a conversation that caught your interest. Your eyes lit up to see what the conversation was about.

Your brows furrowed at the sight, your forhead making wrinkles. You crumbled the pages in your book as you set it down on the cot.

Your boyfriend was standing next to another woman, Mary-Beth. Dutch was making comments and talking to her in a way you didn’t like one bit.