The man stopped and assessed me with sharp grey eyes that looked like Hugo's. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and then, slowly, a smile crept onto his face, wrinkling the corners of his eyes.

"Hello, young lady," his voice was surprisingly soft.

"Hi," I replied, my voice feeling a bit strangled. The man glanced over at Jay, who stood stoic and almost irritated. I looked between the two; they didn't seem alike at all, even in their appearance. 

"Jason, I didn't know you were home. I'm happy ...