It is two-seventeen in the morning. The world is draped in a hush, the kind of deep, velvety silence that only comes in the darkest hours, when the city holds its breath. You are cocooned in your bed, drifting on the edge of a dream. And then, it happens—a sudden, insistent ringing slices through the quiet, shattering the fragile stillness of the night.
Your phone illuminates the room with an ...
