“Your dad?”
William didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. I understood perfectly well. A muscle worked in his jaw and he kept his gaze focused on the lions.
“I just want you to have something to remember today. Maybe when you look at the photos, you’ll think of me.”
“Of course I will.” I put my arms around him from behind. “Come on, we were having fun, right?”
He straightened. “You’re right. I’m sorry. We are having fun. Come on. Let’s go see your cats.”
The leopards were just as lazy as the lions. The panthers were a bit more active. I admired their sleek black coats and William took more pictures.
The tigers were by far my favorites. I leaned over the railing, watching them. One ambled towards the edge of the habitat to the smooth concrete wall. He faced us as if posing and William
