ROOSEVELT’S POV

"Look at the teeth, Mr. Zyran!" Lorna gasped, pointing her little finger at the giant T-Rex skeleton.

"They are very sharp," Zyran smiled. He easily lifted Lorna up into his arms so she could see over the glass railing. "Do you think he ate vegetables?"

"No!" Lorna giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "He ate meat! Rawr!"

"Rawr," Zyran echoed softly, laughing with her.

I stood a few feet away in the crowded Natural History Museum, watching them. Zyran wore a simple black sweater and jeans. He didn’t check his phone. He didn’t glance at the security guards by the exits, he gave Lorna his full attention....