Chapter 5

By the time the first Monday morning flights began boarding, the video had already gone viral.

I was sitting near the departure gate when the notifications appeared.

Friends.

Harrison’s parents.

People I hadn’t spoken to in years.

They had all sent me the same clip from The King’s Hound.

I pressed play.

The video began with Harrison holding the white envelope.

The pub was still shaking with celebration. People were singing, crying, and spraying beer across the room.

Bianca stood beside him.

“Open it,” she said.

Harrison slid one finger beneath the flap and pulled out the documents.

He looked…