The next morning, I had just come downstairs when Cindy placed a folder on the dining table.
“Emma, you need to get your ID done this afternoon,” she said. “I made the appointment already. Everything you need is in here—your passport, proof of address, and the form for school.”
I reached for it.
“I can go by myself,” I said.
“It might be confusing the first time.” Cindy turned toward the living room. “Nathan, are you free this afternoon?”
Nathan was sitting there with a book in his hand. He looked up only when he heard his name.
“What’s up?”
“Could you take Emma to the DMV? I already made the appointment, but Eric has something this afternoon, and I don’t want her trying to find it on her own.”
My fingers tightened around the folder without meaning to.
Nathan looked at me. Briefly
