One Call Before MidnightThe digital clock on Ben’s nightstand glowed 11:58 PM. Two minutes until the birthday he’d been dreading. The first one without Sarah. He was about to shut off the lamp, surrendering to another night of fitful sleep, when his phone vibrated—a harsh, jarring sound in the silent apartment.Unknown Caller.His thumb hovered over the "Decline" button. But something, a gut-deep pull, made him swipe answer."Hello?"A frantic, breathless voice, a woman’s, tore through the line. "Ben? Ben, it's me! Listen, you have to listen! They’re going to kill me. They think I know about the fire at the warehouse