It was a typical Friday night, and Jenna was sound asleep in her cozy bed when she was abruptly awoken by the ringing of her phone. Groggily, she reached for her phone, squinting at the bright screen as she answered the call. "Hello?" Jenna muttered, her voice thick with sleep. "Jenna, it's me, your best friend, Rachel," said the voice on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry to wake you up so late, but I need your help. Can you come over right away?" Jenna sat up in bed, instantly alert. Rachel never called her in the middle of the night unless something was seriously wrong. "Of course, I'll be right there," Jenna replied, grabbing her keys and slipping on her shoes as she headed out the door. As Jenna drove to Rachel's apartment, her mind raced with worry. What could be so urgent that Rachel would need her in the middle of the night? Had something terrible happened? When Jenna arrived, she found Rachel pacing anxiously in her li...