He stood in a blue shirt and trousers with his back to the car and his arms crossed over his chest, and I knew he was waiting for me.
This was the wrongest time to meet up and the worst place to meet because things would be beyond my control.
My heart squeezed in my chest at the sight of him, and our eyes locked. He had the same formal and blank look he’d had on his face when we interacted with each other at the University a few days ago.
After almost a minute of a locked gaze, his eyes wandered from mine, travelling down to Zion, whose small hand I held onto. I could see the flicker of emotions in Aaron’s eyes at the sight of him. These emotions ranged from surprise to confusion to a bit of pain and then anger. His teeth clenched and his breathing grew laboured.
I knew he knew at this moment Zion, my son, was his.