Late that night, I got a message from a woman whose profile picture I vaguely recognized.
By evening I had found nothing, which did not calm me nearly as much as it should have.
Late that night, I got a message from a woman whose profile picture I vaguely recognized from the beach. She said she had seen Karen recording before Sophie walked over. She also said Karen had been confronted by more than one person after leaving, and by the time she reached the parking lot she seemed more interested in escaping than posting anything.
It was not proof.
But it was enough to let me sleep.
