WHO DID IT?

A girl wakes up to find herself going viral for the wrong reasons, hungover, with a stranger in her bed, and her best friend lying dead

The Twitter app on my phone has a little red circle telling me that I have over five hundred new notifications. I'm tempted to open it and continue to torture myself, but instead I press down on the icon and delete the app. Hopefully that will give me some peace at least until, as Jack said, it blows over.

Which I realise is a very bad turn of phrase right now.

Then I check again to see if Posey has resurfaced. But she hasn't. I call her mobile again but it's still off. I feel a knot of worry begin to loop in on itself in my chest.

Posey is never incommunicado.