1:00 a.m.
His phone vibrates.
“Can you… come over for a bit?”
Her voice is low,
almost trembling.
He thinks it’s just helping out.
But once the door closes,
everything changes.
The lights stay off.
She stands too close.
Her breath brushes his ear.
Married women.
Lonely women.
Women who only call after midnight.
“Don’t leave tonight.”
“Just stay with me.”
One call.
One step too far.
And nothing is ever the same again.
Midnight calls are never innocent.
