With the clap of the heavy front door closing behind someone, Jay leaned over the second floor railing to peek down at who'd entered the mansion. He'd been on his way downstairs anyway for class -- an American History text tucked under his arm as well as a rather beaten up looking notebook.
"Paige?" But now he'd be tardy for class, if he'd even show up at all. "Paige!" That was his sister down there. A sister who'd been tending to their mother for weeks now. Joshua didn't even know she was sick until Jeb had called, asking why it was just Paige down there and not everyone. The guilt had done something terrible to Jay at the time. It took getting a call from Momma to make him realize that she'd wanted it this way, not to pull everyone from their lives, their studies -- that being there was what she wanted. After everything she'd done for him; listening to her now was the least he could do.
His hand traced along the railing as his feet shuffled quickly down the staircase to greet his older sibling. "An'this mean Momma's alright? She's gunna be okay?"