It was 2 a.m. when the phone buzzed. Her name lit up the screen. “Can you come over?” she whispered, her voice trembling. I drove through the empty streets, my mind racing. When I arrived, she was on the porch, wrapped in a blanket. “I didn’t know who else to call,” she admitted, tears streaming down her face. I held her until the sun came up. That night, we crossed an invisible line between friendship and something more profound .............