Mufasa's hand rests on my thigh. It's been there since we got into the car. I think he's trying to reassure himself that I'm still here.

How did I go from having the sweetest moment in my life to having it all crash around me? This shouldn't be shocking, really. Isn't that how my story always goes?

"You should really try and get some sleep." I don't know how long we've been on the road, but it feels like hours. Mufasa and I have said a few words to each other, but otherwise we've ridden in ...