It's past midnight when your phone lights up. The name on the screen is Rafferty - your brother's best friend, someone who's been in your life for years in all the wrong ways. Close enough to feel everything, far enough to never say it. The message is short. But it stops your breath. It was never meant for you. He's one contact below your brother - and he clearly didn't notice. Every word reads like something he's been carrying for a long time, finally spilled into the dark. Now you're staring at your screen, heart loud in your chest. He doesn't know you've seen it yet. You could pretend you didn't. Or you could type back - and change everything.