At his greeting, Jubilee jumped up, startling the younger boy sitting next to her. "Sorry, Paul," she apologized, and dropped the throw pillow she'd been hugging.
Rounding the couch, Jubilee gave Logan a quick but very tight, needy hug.
"Hey."
She drew him through the doorway into the kitchen, which was deserted.
"So...remember I mentioned the package from Aunt Hope? Uhm. Well, you remember Aunt Hope, right?" At having to say her aunt's name aloud, she felt a tightness in her throat, which she immediately tried to ease with a sharp swallow. It didn't help.
"A couple of months ago I got a package from her--you weren't around, it was right before the Mansion attack." She waited for a reaction--if anyone could read his face, it was she.