I tapped into the first woman's profile, following the breadcrumb trail to her name. Nothing special. Private account, regular photos, nothing that screamed troll or attention seeker. I opened Instagram and sent her a friend request, adding a short message explaining that I was doing some research and wanted to ask a few questions if she was comfortable.
Then I did the same for the second woman.
I wasn't sure if either of them would respond. Most people ignored messages like that, especially from strangers. Still, it was something. More than sitting around and overthinking.
I locked my phone and slipped it into my pocket, leaning back in my chair again and staring at the ceiling.
Two seconds later, my phone rang.
I blinked, then frowned, pulling it back out. Amelia's name lit up the screen. Right. Driving lessons.
I answered the call. "Hey."
"Hey," Amelia said. "I'm downstairs already. Hope that's okay."
