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“Uncle Ethan!”
Ella jumped up and ran over to Ethan. Smiling, he picked her up and twirled her around in a circle. The quiet air of the garden became briefly filled with the sweet sound of the little girl’s giggles before he sat her back down and patted her on the head.
“I think your grandma is looking for you,” he said, to which Ella immediately perked up and took off to find Verona.
I was still sitting on the bench, utterly shocked by Ethan’s presence.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, walking up to me and standing in front of me so that his tall body blocked the light.
“Fancy seeing you here, too,” I said, standing. “I had no idea you were related to the Morgan family.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, running a hand through his hair. Even now, dressed in his formal
