ELIANA.
“Elijah” I brought my eyes to rest upon my son from across the dining table. “Pass the salt please” I gestured. I realized he had barely eaten his food when Nana was already done with hers.
He got up, taking the salt bottle in his hands before walking up to me. I did hold him back for a second. “Is everything okay?” I asked, looking between him and his Nana.
“Someone has a long face and a short appetite” I teased, tickling him a little in his sides and he let out a soft chuckle. “Tell me, what is it?” I asked. He ran his hands over his head.
“Nana when can I go hunting again?!” He squealed and I scoffed surprisingly. “Again?” I turned to my Grandma. “He went out with Ivan during the day. Relax, it’s not somewhere so far from here—“
“And we got the rabbit that we’re having for
