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 silence.
"I don't think I could sleep if I wanted to." Not with how my mind is racing.
"Babe, I'm sorry I snapped back there."
"I get it."
When I rushed to get all my stuff together, Mufasa lost it. He didn't want me going anywhere, but what was I supposed to do? Was I just supposed to wait around
