It had been six weeks since Emma first met Lindy—three round trips of Daniel and Emma driving down every other weekend. The girls had grown closer with each visit, and Emma talked constantly about her sister between trips, counting down the days until they could see each other again.
Now, on a Friday evening in mid-November, Kassie was sitting in the passenger seat beside Daniel, with Emma buckled in behind them and Marie slumped in the back with her headphones on, as they made the familiar five-hour drive south.
“Are you nervous?” Daniel asked, glancing at her as they merged onto the highway.
“A little,” Kassie admitted. “Meeting your mom was one thing. But Lindy… she’s your daughter. That feels more significant somehow.”
“Yeah,” Daniel said carefully. “It might be… awkward at first.
