Author's POV

“We're only going to make sure that everything is in order. The tree house is almost ready so I suggest we head back to the house.” Grayson uttered after fixing the stairs to the treehouse. 

“Can you teach me how to use a gun?”

“That's wrong, your mother would never allow that. I can't disobey your mother. We're only making a tree house and nothing more than Kethan.”

“Uncle Grayson, come on. This is just a lesson, a one-time lesson and I'd never ask you for this ...