Thirty years ago, my father became the other half of a broken love story. A relationship he's kept hidden for decades. Upon unearthing his secret through a series of emails in our paper's archives, I began my search for the truth. Haunted by my father's love story, and in my quest for answers, I never imagined I would discover a love of my own. Or that my love for Easton Crowne would be key in discovering the reason behind what split our parents up. Doomed from the start and knowing the havoc our relationship would inevitably wreak on our families, I could never have prepared for the toll it would take or the cost of the truth. But in order to find our ending, we had to go back to their beginning