Chapter 173 Eight: Mufasa

• "I love you," I say, glancing up at Estella, and then hang up the phone. "Sorry about that. My mom can get a little..." I try to think of a good word to describe her demand for grandchildren. "Excited."
• "She seemed really nice. I'm sorry I hung up on her. I panicked."
• "No worries, babe." I turn off the road and down a path that might be hidden if I didn't know it by heart. I pull up to the little metal box and ahead I see the gate that blends in with the surroundings even during the middle of the day. I key in the code and it swings open as I smile over at her. "We're here."