Elaine
I'd simply wanted to know what had shaken Grayson so badly he looked ready to murder someone.
Simple didn't even begin to explain what I'd gotten instead.
His story had definitely caught me off guard. But more than that... I think I had fallen even more in love with him because of it.
Only my journalist claws kept me from shouting it to the world. Because for the first time, in more than six years, I'd allowed myself to feel that old pull—the passion for sniffing out a story—come alive in me again.
It was ironic. The reason that had made me give up journalism was now the reason I was reconnecting with that part of myself without hesitation.
For years now I'd limited myself to telling stories hidden behind the images I captured. A careful line I'd never dared to cross, held
