“What."
“Finally," Blair said. “Are you okay?"
“What happened."
“The internet," she said. “It's insane. They're calling Celeste a homewrecker. They're calling me worse. Someone started a thread about your 'love triangle.' It's everywhere."
“Send the links."
“They're the same ones as earlier," Blair said quickly, then softer. “I didn't sleep."
“Send them," he repeated, and dropped the call to open his messages. He skimmed, then saw a new thread: Celeste's post—three images, three lines, no adjectives. The replies under it were different—lawyers, analysts, a compliance blogger drawing arrows on her screenshots. discrepancies, reimbursements, patterns.
Blair picked up on the first ring. “You saw?"
“I did." “Where did the first rumors come from?"
“What do you mean?"
“The first ones,"
