Chapter 2
4 Years Later
Emerson braced her hands on the kitchen counter and summoned every ounce of Mom-sternness she could manage. “Child, you have got to pack.”
Fiona swiped a Coke out of the fridge and shrugged with a nonchalance that had Emerson’s blood pressure rising. “Eh.”
She was a good kid. A great one, in fact. At no point during the dreaded high school years had she given Emerson more than a few silver hairs, and those had readily been dealt with by her stylist. There’d been no worrisome brushes with boys, no drinking, no excessive partying, and she’d been an exceptional student, all of which Emerson was eternally grateful for. But this whole college thing just might be the death of her. Or Fiona. She wasn’t sure which.
Tamping down her frustration, she trailed her goddaugh
