If it happened to be a weekday when Ian had school, Ethan Shaw naturally wouldn't get to eat Naomi Kenway's cooking.
His tone shifted. "Not yet."
Naomi Kenway stood up. "Should I make you something, then? I don't have many ingredients, though, so I hope you don't mind."
"How could I possibly mind? I'd love that."
"What would you like? I can make a simple noodle soup."
Ethan Shaw nodded. "Okay."
Naomi Kenway went downstairs to the kitchen, while Ian stayed in the room to keep Ethan Shaw company.
Ethan Shaw started to unpack his luggage. He looked around but couldn't find a closet. Ian took his hand, led him to a spot against the wall, and pointed with his little finger. "Here!"
Ethan Shaw took a closer look and realized it wasn't a wall at all, but a row of cabinets. Their vibrant, rich colors blended in so well with the wall behind them that they were almost invisible. Ethan put his folded clothes inside.
"Daddy, are you a little nearsighted?" Ian asked, looking up.
