"The press is already gathering," Jason informed them from the front seat. "Security has cordoned off an entrance for you."
Grayson squeezed her hand. "Remember, we have nothing to hide. We didn't do anything wrong."
"I know." Honey turned to him, finding strength in his unwavering confidence. "It's just... facing the cameras, the questions. It's everything I've spent years avoiding. I know I wanted to come out as me, but this was… unexpected."
"I know, I'm sorry about that. If I hadn't told Morgan—"
"It was only a matter of time before she found out, Grayson. Don't blame yourself for someone else’s actions."
As they approached the building, Honey caught sight of the media circus awaiting them, television vans with satellite dishes, photographers with long lenses, reporters clutching
