He's not in bed again. Nor is he in the bathroom, the kitchen, the garage... You search through the entire house, silent anger pouring through your veins. This is the second time that this has happened and you're starting the think the worst. Is there someone else? Are you not enough for him? You decide to sit in the armchair in the living room and wait for him.

Around 2 am, he comes home. He freezes when he sees you sitting there, flipping through a magazine.

You're still up...?