Denali
No, no, no.
“Nash,” I warn. “Back off.”
He does, stepping off the sidewalk. I hurry Nolan past him and get my son into his car seat.
“Here, baby.” I hand him a juice box and his usual snack. Just keep calm. Stay normal. Even though all my plans have gone to hell.
“Who’s that, momma?”
I glance back. Nash is rooted, staring right at Nolan. His son.
“He’s a... friend.”
The boy sniffs, scents the air. “He’s like me. He’s a lion.”
“Yeah, baby. But we don’t talk about our animals in public, remember?” I shut the car door, and head to face Nash.
Damn, this is so f****d up.
“What the hell?” Nash chokes out.
“Quiet,” I hiss, even though he’s only said what I’m thinking.
“Who is that?”
“My kid.” I lift my chin and hold my ground.
“How old is he?”
I close my eyes, willing this
