The image hovered over the main screen like a ghost.
Rachel was the first to speak. “This wasn’t paparazzi. It wasn’t posted. It was sent. Directly. Intentionally.”
“Sent to all of us,” Richard added, holding up his phone. “Including me, you, Alexander… even Camellia.”
Camellia flinched.
“I didn’t—” she started.
Sophie raised a hand. “I...