“What about Harry?” I murmur.
“My dad?” Evan says, clearly shocked.
“He and I argued…” I trail off, leaving the others to fill in the gaps and the things I haven’t said.
“No,” Evan says, instantly. “He wouldn’t.”
“Not even for my mom?” I ask, lifting my chin and turning to look at him. “What would he do for her?”
“He wouldn’t send naked photos and videos of his stepdaughter and a man he considers a son via social media. Not even for Cassidy,” Evan says, his voice softening as he reaches over and takes my hand, squeezing it tightly. “I know this seems like it’s personal. But this isn’t my dad, and it isn’t your mom. I promise you. It isn’t.”
“Call Harry,” Sebastian says. “Ask him to come here, but tell him not to bring Cassidy and not to tell the others.”
“Why?” Evan asks. “He didn’t do this.”
“I know,” Sebastian agrees. “But he might be able to help us figure out who did.”
“No need,” Clay says.
Spinning to look at him, he locks eyes with me as he turns the screen around to face us.
“Who…” I start, narrowing my eyes, then blinking. “Courtney?” I splutter. “Courtney, from high school. How did? I don’t…”
“Who is Courtney?” Bunny asks.
“We were…friends, I guess. All through elementary school, middle school, and high school, or at least freshman year. After I started sophomore year.” Sighing, I try to decide how to say it. “After Sebastian and the guys…well, she was more interested in them than she was with me anymore. She was firmly on TeamSebastian, so after I moved to my dad’s, she stopped calling me. Then when I started at Kingsacre, she tried to play mean girl. I think we maybe had two conversations. I vaguely remember her threatening me, and we haven’t spoken since. To be honest, I’d forgotten all about her.”
“So why would she do this? It seems a bit out of left field,” Bunny says, her brow furrowed.
“I have no idea. Sebastian?” I say, turning to look at my husband.
“I don’t have a relationship with her,” he says, but his voice is wrong, strained.
“But you fucked her, didn’t you? She was my best friend, or I thought she was. When I left, you told me you’d take her from me. You dated her. You took her to my mom’s and Harry’s wedding. That’s why she threatened me when I first came to Kingsacre. She told me not to go near you.”
“That was a long time ago,” Sebastian says.
“Wait, you had sex with Starling’s best friend?” Bunny gasps, the outrage clear in her tone.
“No. I didn’t.”
Scoffing, I roll my eyes. “I call bullshit. She was hanging all over you at the wedding.”
“I brought her to provoke you,” Sebastian says.
“When was the last time you spoke to her?”
“That day.”
“What day?” I question.
“The day of the wedding.”
“You haven’t spoken to her since the wedding, but she still tried to warn me away from you years later when I first came to Kingsacre?” I scoff derisively.
“We maintained a friendship with her until I was sure you and she were not in contact. Once I established that you weren’t, I cut her off. I invited her to the wedding in an attempt to get areaction from you. When that didn’t work, I sent her home in a car and didn’t speak to her again.”
“What about her parents?”
