Ewan was the first to spot the couple, and he enthusiastically welcomed them into the house. He embraced his son tightly. "I thought the rain would start before you arrived."
"Yes, I saw flashes of lightning on the way," Silas said. "It seems that a storm is coming. Speaking of Storm, where is Mom? Is she okay?"
Ewan chuckled, sensing his anxiety. He knew why Silas was asking this. "Everything is fine," he replied, tapping him on the shoulder. "She is eagerly waiting for you."
"You are scaring me now," Silas smirked meaningfully.
Ewan laughed and turned his attention to Esme. "Hello, Esme. Silas has mentioned you to us. It is nice to meet you finally." He held her in a warm embrace.
"It's my pleasure." Esme smiled at him. "Silas told me how loving and caring you are. I can see why he said that. You remind me of my father."
The atmosphere was cordial and welcoming, putting Esme at ease amidst the unfamiliar surroundings.
