“Intense?” Juniper supplied with a laugh, but her mother’s eyes caught something in her tone.

“You doing okay, sweetie?” Evelyn asked casually - too casually. “Not that we don’t love having you home, but you always seem to find your way back to us right when you need to.”

Juniper’s attention darted to the living room, where plastic dinosaurs waged war with action figures across the carpet. “Oh my god, Jacob, how many toys do you need spread out at once?”

Jacob looked up from his elaborate battlefield, gap-toothed grin flashing. “This is Mr. Quacksly,” he announced, holding up a well-loved duck wearing what appeared to be a superhero cape.