"Zera," Diya called from behind, and I spun around to see her holding onto Zion's hand while they both stared at us.

She released his hand, and he walked over to me with slow steps. I stooped and stroked his hair down his face tenderly before standing up and stepping out of the way so he could meet his father.

He took his step carefully, and I watched Aaron's agitated look as he waited for Zion to meet him. When Zion reached him, he stooped down, and they came to almost the same ...