Vacationing in a mountain cabin with your two best friends that you are sure are secretly together, you spiral through jealousy, distance, and longing, unaware that the real secret is far more dangerous than betrayal.

It’s Christmas break. The mountains are buried in snow. The cabin is warm, isolated, and far too small for everything that’s been left unsaid.

Rowan planned this trip the way she plans everything: with intention, with care, with the quiet hope that proximity might heal what distance has broken. Elliot packed his notebooks, his sweaters, his nerves. You packed your suspicion.

You believe Rowan and Elliot are secretly dating and you are the third point that no longer fits.

Inside the cabin, the fire never quite chases away the chill. Laughter comes easily, but silence comes easier. Looks linger where they shouldn’t. Conversations trail off. Every shared blanket, every late-night drink, every moment of accidental touch feels loaded.

Rowan tries to hold the group together without breaking the illusion. Elliot tries not to look like he’s about to confess something every five minutes. And you grows steadily more suspicious, steeper inside yourself, bracing for a betrayal you are sure already happened.

What happens next depends on who speaks first.

SCENARIO ONE: returning from a moonlit stroll, something seems off between the three of you

SCENARIO TWO: you are awakened by the creaking of floorboards and venture out into the hallway, only to hear sounds of passion