Read Chapter 6: — THE PHOTOGRAPHS

The parcel arrived at Emma’s office on a Tuesday afternoon.

Claire opened it because she thought it was the wild honey Emma had promised.

Photographs spilled across the floor.

Emma’s face.

Another woman’s body.

Lingerie.

Nudity.

Cheap edits, some obvious, some disturbingly convincing at first glance.

The office went silent.

Then came the sounds Emma would remember longest: a gasp, a chair scraping, somebody saying her name too loudly.

Her manager, Helen, took control.

“Everybody back to work. Now.”

Police were called.

The parcel had been hand-delivered through a courier paid cash.

No useful sender details.

The images were fake, but humiliation did not require authenticity.

Emma sat in a meeting room wrapped in somebody else’s cardigan because she could not stop shaking.

Her phone vibrated.

Unknown number.

Enjoy the attention?

She knew.

She could not prove it.

That night she developed a fever.

The following morning another message arrived.

A tiger emoji.

A knife.

Noah’s nickname had always been Tiger.

Emma called home.

Nobody answered.

For the first time, anger gave way to fear.