The kitchen was huge! That was Erin’s first thought as she took in the space, large enough to fit her entire apartment in. The walls were painted a warm blue with shelves lined all around, and in the center was the work island, around which Ethan’s family was gathered on high stools, baked goods taking up every square inch of the table top. Someone noticed the two of them and motioned to the others who all turned to stare. Silence descended for a full minute until an elderly woman, whom Erin assumed was the matriarch of the family stood and hurried towards them, arms outstretched in welcome.
“Ethan!” Martha Lachlan cried out in delight and hugged her son. “You’re here.”
Ethan returned the hug affectionately, his face filled with boyish delight. “Hey mum, it’s good to see you.”
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