I stumbled upon it pretty much the same way everyone else does these days.
My phone started buzzing, first with a single notification, then another, and before I knew it, the buzzing had become a steady stream. It was that kind of relentless pattern that usually meant something big was happening, and lots of people were talking about it, thinking I needed to be in the loop.
I was in the university library when it started, a Tuesday morning three weeks after the charity event, and I looked at my screen and found four messages from different people in the span of twenty minutes, all variations of the same thing. A social media post with two photographs side by side. One from the first gala, taken by someone with a good camera and too much interest in other people's business, showing Damien
