- 19.
Stepping out of the train station, a gust of
cold wind made me shiver.
Ethan immediately took off his coat and
draped it over my shoulders.
A faint woody scent enveloped me.
“Cold? Millerton’s much colder than Miami.”
I shook my head, warmth spreading through
- me.
Ethan’s house was in the old part of Millerton,
a charming two–story building.
As we stepped into the yard, the delicious
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A silver–haired woman stood at the kitchen
door, beaming at us.
“Ethan, you’re home! And who is this…?”
Her gaze fell on me, and her eyes twinkled. “My, my, you’ve brought home a beautiful
young lady this year!”
I blushed, looking down shyly.
“Grandma, this is Sarah Miller, a friend of
mine,” Ethan said with a smile.
“Well, well, well. Come in and get warm.”
Grandma Carter bustled back to the kitchen,
and Ethan carried my suitcase to the guest
room.
く
The room was small but cozy, the bed linens
smelling of sunshine.
“Rest for a bit. Dinner will be ready soon,
Ethan said softly, setting down my suitcase.
I nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed,
watching the snow fall outside. A sense of
peace and tranquility settled over me.
Maybe this was what it felt like to have
home.
