Loved Locked Up
"You look like her." He says slowly walking to me. I feel my back stiff up, "Like who Mr.?" "Grayson. Jack Grayson." He says as he grabs my hand and kisses it. I pull away quickly. "Grayson? As in Dick's son?" I ask. He shakes his head, "No, Nephew, my father is dead, along with my mother." Jack puts both hands on the...