Helena let herself be wrapped up in Fred's arms and buried her face into his chest. She was so silly, always getting upset over everything. Fred was sure to tire of her flip-flopping emotions one day.
"My luggage opened when I went up there." There really wasn't a need to say much more. He had opened something already, he would understand how hard it was for everyone. She had been through this before and secluded herself in the library until she felt sure she was over that baggage. But this was a completely different feeling then what had been caused by her mother dying.