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 know. This isn’t about blame. This is about breach.”

Alexander stood near the window, jaw tight. “The angle of the photo… it had to be taken from the east treeline. Maybe the old gardener’s path.”

Rachel pulled up the estate map. “Only one person besides staff has clearance to the rear garden perimeter.”

Sophie didn’t...