Seated in a secluded corner of the castle, away from the laughter and the clinking of wine glasses, he booted up his computer. The screen came alive, and he quickly navigated to a set of photographs from a wedding he’d shot just a couple of months ago. His eyes widened as he found what he was looking for. “This… this can’t be”, he stuttered.
His first impulse was to confront Anna. “She deserves to know”, he thought, “even if the truth shatters this perfect day into a thousand imperfect pieces”. But as he rose, laptop in hand, a question stopped him cold: “What if I’m wrong?”.