It was already evening when we arrived back in London. I invited Mr. Ben to come upstairs with me to check on Vanya and invite her to dinner.
"Have you tried calling Vanya's phone?" Mr. Ben followed me down the hallway.
"I haven't had a chance to reach her yet. Hopefully, she's back."
We stepped inside. The atmosphere in the suite was quiet, as if Vanya wasn't there.
I immediately tried to call her, but her phone was switched off.
"What's wrong, Mr. Ben? Vanya's phone hasn't been active all day. I'm worried something's happened to her." I was starting to get worried. Vanya hadn't been home since yesterday, and Jason—I didn't see Jason as the type of person I could trust.
"Maybe they're still spending time together. Don't worry, Vanya will be home tonight," he said again.
"Please call this number from your phone. Maybe a local number will be easier to reach her," I said, handing her my phone, which contained Vanya's number.
