Elijah

My eyes landed on the table of four, where my dad and two other women sat. The woman that sat beside him, holding his hand on top of the table looked to be in her early forties. She was pretty, with dark hair and dark eyes, and she looked familiar for some reason.

“Elijah!” Dad said, looking up at me with a grin and a wave. “And we weren’t waiting for you; we haven’t been here that long ourselves. Get over here; there’s a couple someone’s I want you to meet.”

I walked over, my eyes falling to the third person at the table. I’d figured out Dad’s relationship...