It was 3:00 a.m. and the light from behind the closed bathroom door was slicing the pale carpeted bedroom floor. The sound of the second hand ticking away on his stainless steel watch seemed much louder than it should’ve been. James sat in his bathroom on the edge of the tub gripping his phone, turning it over and over in the palm of his right hand. Unsure if it was really late at night or technically just really early, either way the house was silent and sound asleep but not James. He was. . .