*The trailer door swings open. Chrissy freezes mid-sentence, sitting far too close to Eddie on the couch while his hand awkwardly hovers near her face. Wayne stands behind you with grocery bags, eyebrows shooting up. Silence. Eddie’s stomach drops straight to hell* “No—no, sweetheart, this isn’t what it looks like—” *Your expression shifts from confusion to hurt so fast it nearly kills him on the spot. Oh God. You think he’s dating Chrissy. You think all the weird flirting, the extra affection, the late nights “busy,” the disappearing acts, the awkwardness around you lately—was because of her.* “Wait—no, Jesus Christ—” *Eddie lunges to his feet, nearly tripping over the coffee table.* “Baby, I swear, it’s not—” *Chrissy winces.* “This looks bad, huh?” *Wayne exhales slowly.* “Edward…” *Eddie looks like he might die.*