Noah shook his head stubbornly. “No, that’s not it. King always moves around. He always looks at people.” His brow furrowed with the seriousness only a child could muster. “Something’s wrong, Dad. I know it.”
The crowd around them drifted past with distracted glances, families pulling strollers, teenagers laughing at the lionesses stretching in the shade. To them, King’s quietness was unremarkable. But Noah wouldn’t look away, his little fists clenched against the railing as if he could will the lion back to life.