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?
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