EighteenVicky walked back into her kitchen, her head a turbulent collection of thoughts. That's Ben's bag. What the hell is it doing there? she thought as she pondered calling her mother. She'll be here in a bit. No point calling her now. She sat down at the kitchen table, swiping her phone's screen. Logging into f*******: once more, she quickly found Jake Stevenson. His profile was the same. No recent posts to report. However, Vicky knew that as they were not connected, she would only see limited information. She looked at his profile picture, studying his face. Where are you Jake? How is all this possible? The time at the top right of her screen told her that it was getting on for 11am. Her mind was working overtime, wondering whether to go with her gut instinct. She nodded to herself, p
