I roll back the Mercedes’ sunroof and stick my head out. A second later, Josh’s face pops up at the apartment window. Then Caroline’s. Then Reagan’s. Through the phone, I can hear their little gasps going off like firecrackers.
“Auntie Em!” Reagan squeals, waving eagerly at me.
“Cool car,” Caroline quips with wide eyes.
“You bought a car?” Josh gasps.
I laugh at their reactions. “I didn’t buy the car. It’s a company car, but it’s mine. So—who wants a ride?”
Again, I’m hit with a barrage of responses.
Reagan: “Me! Me! Meeee!”
Caroline: “I do! I do! I do!”
Josh: “Shotgun!”
Laughing, I hold the phone away from my ear. “Amelia?”
She clearly takes me off speaker because the chaos on her side gets cut down by half. Josh steps off to the side and she takes his place at the window. There
