Kathryn's Point of View
As I make my way down the hall, the delicious scent of grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, and rice reach me, making my stomach grumble.
I step into the kitchen, my gaze falling on Elijah, who is busy plating food.
"It smells really good in here. You always did make the best roast chicken."
I say and Elijah gives a short nod, but he does not look up.
"Thanks."
I fold my arms in front of my chest, shuffling my feet uncomfortably.
"He went down pretty quick."
Elijah says quickly, glancing at me and I nod my head, my arms falling down to my sides again.
"He did. He barely made it through the second story he wanted to hear."
I say a soft smile on my face.
"He probably missed his bed."
Elijah says quietly, looking away from me again. He finishes plating
