Thirty-ThreeJake woke early, a stiff breeze ruffling the curtains in the room. He looked over at Katherine, who slept peacefully beside him. He dressed quietly, slipping on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before heading down into the kitchen. A few minutes later, Jake sat at the kitchen table, a mug of strong coffee in front of him. He scrolled through his phone, catching up on headlines from the news and sports. As he idly read the latest football scores, a message popped up on his screen. He read it quickly, before dialling a number from his contacts. “Hi, Vicky. Is everything okay?”
“Hi Jake,” she replied. He could sense a change in her voice. “We've had a bit of an eventful night.”
“Really? How so?”
“Well, I was at home last night when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to be
