"Why am I holding the camera?" I asked Scott as we walked out of baggage claim.
"Just a hunch," he said, dragging both of our bags behind us.
In the end, we packed light. Grandpa Kendrick promised to have the fixer ship the rest to us. Perks of being the granddaughter of a billionaire. I really couldn't thank him enough and wanted to make every effort to get to know him once we got back to New York.
While we waited for Kenny and Marlene to pick us up, Scott said to me, "Just hold the camera. No trying to show them what's on it."
"Why not? I'm sure you took some stunning photos," I said, frowning at him as I held the camera to my chest possessively.
He let go of the handles of our bags and came up behind me. Then he took the camera out of my hands and showed me the last photo he took of us in the driveway in Prague.
"First thought," he said, staring down at the photo with me.
