Chapter 8
Dylan gripped the crumpled newspaper as he stood by the staircase. It was the same newspaper his father had used to cause a scene at his engagement party. The one that had a mob of paparazzi standing at his front gate, waiting. Some with questions. Some with sarcasm. All with little black cameras.
His stomach rolled each time the photo entered his vision. To know someone stole their intimate moment and shared it with the world… He wanted to hit something. His anger stemmed from more than having their privacy invaded. Someone he knew had exploited his love for Heaven. They made a mockery of it. The tactless article beneath was proof of that.
Neither the article nor the photo captured the emotions running through him that day. Love. Hope. Anticipation. Fear. All exploded with on
