He remembered Juliana’s words, harsh and ugly on a cold Sunday morning two years before. “I’m tired of living like a grad student, Jared. I’m thirty-five, I want a real house!” Jared pushed the memory away and focused on Molly.
“Come on, Princess. Let’s get in the van.”
Outside, twilight bathed the refuge in violet. The cats were more active at night and some of them bellowed, greeting their morning. A lion roared, loud enough that Jared could feel it vibrate in his chest, and he smiled as Molly grabbed his hand in alarm. “He’s just saying hello. You know that, right?”
“Uh-huh.” Molly’s eyes skittered to the lockout gate where visitors and staff were allowed through to the habitats. “They just sound so scary. Mommy says I should never ever go back there.” The solemn pronouncement of rules from a five year-old.
“Mommy’s right. Come on, let’s get you settled in here.” Jared helped Molly into her car seat.