They returned to the house in low spirits and Emily could tell something was off. "What's wrong with you two? Were they out of turkeys?"
"No, we've got it right here," Justin said quietly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Sam said in an equally dull tone. "I'm going to work on my homework until we need to pick Kaitlyn up from the airport."
"Justin?"
"I'm fine, just tired," he said wearily as he plopped himself down onto a chair to watch her work. "Do you need any help?"
"No, I'm good." She studied him intently. He looked terrible. She'd definitely seen him worse, but there was a certain air of melancholy surrounding him. "Do you want a hug?"
"Yes, please."
