PEARL’S NEW ROUTINE.
Emma's POV.
The security guards outside the building quickly cleared the driveway as I guided Pearl toward the sleek black SUV Nathan had assigned for our daily use, and I made sure her small pink backpack was securely zipped before checking the side pocket twice to confirm that her primary and backup asthma inhalers were exactly where they needed to be. Pearl buckled herself into the backseat with a bright smile on her face, her long white hair tied into neat braids that matched mine perfectly, and as I pulled out into the New York traffic to drive her to the elite academy, she leaned forward against her seatbelt to look at me through the rearview mirror with a look of pure adoration.
"I am so happy that you are the one driving me to school today, Emma, because
