Elijah's Point of View
I look up when I hear Kathryn entering the kitchen and give her a small smile.
"Is he asleep?"
She runs a hand through her hair as she plops down onto one of the kitchen isle chairs.
"He is. Finally."
She says with a sigh. I hold up the bottle wine next to me.
"Do you want some?"
"Yes, please."
She says immediately and I nod, quickly pouring her a glass and sliding it over to her.
She picks it up and takes a small sip, sighing again.
"Thank you. I don't get how he still had that much energy. I am wiped. How is he not tired?"
I chuckle, turning back to the stove.
"I wish I had half of his energy. It would come in handy sometimes."
"Tell me about it."
Kathryn murmurs before silence falls between us. I try to focus on our dinner that I am heating up, but
