Emma's Threat to Madison

"Hell yes!" Emma said, then glanced at Mom with that guilty expression that meant she'd forgotten to watch her language. "I mean, heck yes."

We all piled into Madison's Range Rover—me in the passenger seat feeling like I was settling into a spaceship, Sarah and Emma in the back looking like they'd just won the genetic lottery and were afraid someone might notice the mistake and take it away from them.

Madison started the engine, and the sound system came alive with music that actually sounded like music instead of the static-filled radio in Mom's car, and I watched my sisters' faces in the rearview mirror as they experienced what luxury felt like for the first time.

"This car is insane," Emma said, running her hands over the leather seats like she was petting a unicorn, like the material itself was somehow magical. "Madison, what does your dad do again?"