Jasmine
The photo at the top stopped me cold. Davin, his arm around a striking blonde woman, both of them laughing like the camera had caught them mid-joke. I barely let myself look before I scrolled past it.
Then I saw the headline, and my stomach dropped straight through the floor.
Award-Winning Artist Davin Jackson Accused of Abuse and s****l Misconduct.
I blinked. Read it again, certain I’d gotten it wrong.
I hadn’t.
My thumb kept moving almost without me. Article after article unfolded beneath it—former models, former assistants, anonymous sources who wouldn’t give their names but had plenty to say anyway. The further I scrolled, the drier my mouth got.
One article had a video buried near the bottom. I stared at the play button for a long second before I pressed it.
The footag
