It was two in the morning when Connie's phone rang. Groggy and still half-asleep, she looked at her phone and saw the name "STEVEN" on the display.

She snapped out of her tiredness right away and flipped open the phone, excited.

"Steven!" Connie said. "Hi! How are you? It's a little late-"

There was a sniff on the other end of the phone. Connie's heart sank.

"Steven, what's wrong?" Connie said.

His voice broke as he spoke.

"I ... I had to hurt someone, Connie," Steven said. "I actually had to hurt someone. I-I didn't have a choice. I-"

He paused.

"I don't know if I'm a good person anymore ..." he whispered.

Connie felt her eyes sting. She'd never heard Steven like this before ... and she wouldn't let him deal with that alone.

"Tell me everything," Connie said.