He’d said he was sorry, and now he could be excited over everything he’d seen and done. It amazed Darius that he could so easily forget how lost he’d been, how frightened.

It was what Darius would always love about him—his boundless enthusiasm, and the way he never

held onto anger or sadness. But just because he loved him, didn’t mean he was any better for Zion

than he was for Nathalie.

When they arrived at her house, Nathalie let herself out of the car. Reaching into her purse, she

handed her keys to Zion. “Why don’t you run and unlock the door for us?”

“Sure, Nathalie.”

Ben retrieved her...