But inside the building behind him, captured in those stark black-and-white photos, hope lived amidst the gloom and desperation around him. And as he walked to his car, he prayed that the young man who had captured it in those images would also find a way to incorporate it into his life.
A knock sounded on her office door, and Caroline looked up. “Come in, Tess. What’s up?”
“Sorry to interrupt, but Bruce was injured at school. Some scenery he was painting for the school play fell, and he needs a few stitches. Mitch is taking him to the hospital, and I’d like to meet them there.”
“Of course. You don’t need to ask permission. Just go.”
“The thing is, I was supposed to attend a presentation today by David Sloan at one of the high schools, and then interview him afterward at his office. That was the last interview I needed for the story. If I have to reschedule, I’ll miss the deadline.”
A few seconds of silence ticked by while Caroline considered her options. She could offer to do the interview and pass her notes on to Tess. They’d worked together doing research and interviews on a number of complex stories. But that meant she’d have to deal with David again. Or she could just reschedule the story. The home-schooling piece was finished and could be dropped into the Uplink slot with no problem. That would delay the Uplink story by a week, but they’d made no promises about when it would appear.
“Let’s reschedule,” Caroline decided.
“Okay. I’ll give him a call.”
The matter decided, Caroline went back to editing the next week’s edition—only to be interrupted again a few minutes later by Tess.
“Sorry to cause problems, Caroline. But David Sloan says he only has one more presentation, and it’s not for two weeks. If we put this off, we’ll have to push the story into mid-April.”
Not good. Caroline had only the home-schooling piece in reserve. If she used it for the next issue, they’d need the Uplink story for the following edition. Or else she’d have to scramble to come up with another meaty feature. All at once her options shrank.
“Okay. I’ll cover for you today.”
“Are you sure? I guess I could just let Mitch handle things at the hospital.”
Caroline heard the uncertainty in Tess’s voice and recalled the difficult time her assistant editor had had with her son just three years before, when she’d moved to St. Louis after losing her job due to downsizing at a small-town Missouri newspaper. She’d found a new life in St. Louis—and a new love in Mitch Jackson, who had helped her get her son back on the right path when he’d fallen in with the wrong group. Caroline understood Tess’s need to be present today.
“Go ahead. Don’t worry about it. Just give me the details and I’ll handle this. Emergencies happen.”
Gratitude filled the other woman’s eyes. “Have I told you lately that you’re a great boss?”
A flush crept up Caroline’s neck. “Hey, work is important but family comes first. Let David know I’ll be taking your place. Then get out of here.”
As she watched Tess make a hasty exit, Caroline thought about what she’d just said. She hadn’t always been as understanding about personal obligations. There had been a time when she’d put the highest priority on her work, on rising through the ranks of journalism to nab a top spot. A time when she’d looked with disdain on those who put their personal life ahead of getting the story. Then she’d met Michael. Committed to his work, passionate about truth, he’d nevertheless had perspective, recognizing the critical importance of balance. He’d worked hard, but he’d also made time for other things—and for people.
In retrospect, Caroline had often wondered if he’d known at some unconscious level that his stay on earth would be brief. It was as if he had been driven to savor each second, to suck every drop of sweetness from each moment, to treat each new day as a gift, as an opportunity to learn and to grow and to become a better person. That attitude had carried over to his work, compelling him to portray even the most horrible circumstances with empathy and compassion. Even images that had made her cringe in their rawness had been infused with humanity. And in his portraits, he always captured the essence of those he photographed, putting a face on tragedy in a way that touched people and softened even the most cynical hearts. That had been his gift.
With Michael, Caroline had learned to see with new eyes. And to forge a new perspective, one that recognized the importance of love and relationships. It was a lesson she never wanted to forget. And the situation with Tess was just one way she’d been able to put that philosophy into action.
Unfortunately, it also put her in the line of fire. She didn’t relish another encounter with David. But she was a professional. She’d treat this just like any other interview. And when she was finished, there’d be no reason for their paths to cross again. Tess would write the article, the Chronicle would run it and Uplink would have the publicity it had sought.
End of story.
As the principal did the introductions, David scanned the crowd. He’d gotten Tess’s message just as he walked out the door of his office, so he knew Caroline would be in the audience instead of the assistant editor. And he had mixed feelings about that.
Even though his primary purpose in going to the Chronicle had been to give her the medallion and to apologize, he’d also hoped to discover that her captivating charm had lessened. Instead, he’d found that the opposite was true. And he still had no logical explanation for it. All he knew was that his safest course was to steer clear of her in the future. That’s why he hadn’t been all that keen on contacting her about the Uplink story. But at least that had been by phone. He hadn’t had to look into those appealing hazel eyes. And he’d figured that would be the end of it.
Now she was in the audience. Afterward, she’d come back to his office to do an interview. And despite all of the rational reasons why her presence was bad, he couldn’t stop the sudden rush of happiness and anticipation that swept through his heart, like an unexpected, glorious burst of sun streaming through the clouds on a gray, overcast day.
She wasn’t hard to pick out. Her hair would give her away in any crowd, but especially here, where the glints of copper shimmered in the bright overhead light, and her fair complexion stood out in the sea of ebony faces. He watched as she withdrew a notebook from her large shoulder bag and flipped it open, then settled back in her seat in the last row and looked toward the stage. When their gazes connected, he gave her a welcoming smile. Her lips turned up just the slightest bit in response before she shifted her attention to the principal, who was just about to introduce David. And he better get focused, too, David reminded himself. He needed to concentrate on the presentation and forget about Caroline for the next forty-five minutes.
It wasn’t easy to switch gears, but once he started talking, his focus became absolute, as it always did. No matter how often he gave this talk, his enthusiasm for the program and his passion for the principles it represented came through loud and clear.
None of which was lost on Caroline. Though she’d had only a few minutes to prep, she’d given the material Tess had collected and her assistant editor’s notes from previous interviews a cursory review. She’d been impressed by Uplink and what it had accomplished in a short time, and she was just as impressed by David’s sincerity and obvious commitment to the program. His presentation was dynamic and engaging, and she noticed as he spoke that a number of students who had at first seemed disinterested began to pay closer attention.
By the time he and the Uplink students he’d brought along had finished, the boredom and cynicism in the audience had shifted toward respect and interest. She’d learned enough about the North St. Louis high school environment while working on her gang series to know that David’s accomplishment was no small feat. Outsiders were typically viewed with suspicion.