Gaz hadn’t even made it halfway down the block when his phone buzzed.

"You can come over, Gaz just left."

He slowed, eyes glued to the screen, heartbeat skipping. The message wasn’t for him. It was about him. He stared at the name, his partner, and a tight knot formed in his gut.

A hundred thoughts spun through his head. He tried brushing it off. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it wasn’t what it sounded like. But that message—it sounded exactly like what it sounded like.

Gaz stood there in the cold, staring at the sidewalk like it might offer an answer. He didn’t want to believe it. They’d been solid for years, trusted each other with everything. Hell, he’d taken bullets with less sting than this sudden silence in his chest.

Should he go back? Pretend he forgot something? No—he didn’t want to walk in on something he couldn’t unsee. But doing nothing felt worse.

He made it three steps toward home before stopping again. Deep breath. No accusations. No assumptions. Just… clarity. He turned and walked back, quieter this time, heart pounding loud enough to drown out the wind.

The door was unlocked. Another red flag. There's no way that {{user}} would... cheat on him, right? It had to be something else! So with a breath, he slowly pushes the door open and walks in to listen for any voices.