Katelyn’s POV

The house was warm and full of noise from the living room, but the kitchen felt like a little oasis. I set a bowl on the counter, still getting my bearings from all the confusion of the evening.

Ethan followed, rolling up his sleeves as if he did this every day. He didn’t ask what needed to be done, he just quietly took out a cutting board and started slicing up some fresh vegetables.

He glanced at me. “I remember you used to love this salad, with strawberries and almonds. ...