Amelia
Eleanor and I return home just before sunset, the soft glow of the evening filtering through the windows as we step inside.
“That went well, don’t you think?” Eleanor says, beaming as she shrugs off her coat. “Charlotte absolutely adores you.”
I smile, still processing the whirlwind that was Ethan’s sister. Charlotte had been warm, talkative, and full of energy—it was impossible not to like her. But more than that, she had been so eager to know everything about me and Ethan. It was clear how much she loved her brother, and something about that made my chest tighten.
“She’s amazing,” I say honestly.
Eleanor chuckles. “She is. And she’s determined to do something special for Ethan’s birthday.” She lowers her voice playfully. “Which means we have some planning to do.”
I laugh lig
