“How bad?”
Emma pulls out her phone and hands it to me. The screen shows a text conversation with someone labeled “Mom.”
EMMA
Dad and I came to California to meet Olivia. She’s amazing, Mom. She’s exactly like I imagined having a sister would be.
Mom
You went behind my back. After everything we discussed.
EMMA
I’m 17. I don’t need permission to meet my sister.
MOM
She’s not your sister.
EMMA
Yes she is. You can’t control who I have relationships with.
MOM
Watch me. Your flight home is tomorrow at 3 PM. I’ve already changed your ticket.
I scroll down to see more messages, each one escalating in tone.
MOM
Your father has filled your head with romantic nonsense about family reunification. But that girl represents everything that went wrong in our lives. She’s a reminder of the worst period in our family’s history.
EMMA
Her name is Olivia. And she didn’t do anything wrong. She was a baby.
MOM
Don’t be naive, Emma. People don’t change.
EMMA
Yes they do.
MOM
Your father barely calls anymore since this started. He’s more interested in playing catch-up with his other daughter than maintaining the family he actually has.
I hand the phone back, stunned by the venom in Lilly’s messages. “Emma, this is… wow.”
“It gets worse.” Emma scrolls to the bottom of the conversation. “She called me after these texts.”
“What did she say?”
“That if I get on a plane back to Michigan today, we can pretend this never happened. Family therapy, some ‘healing time,’ and everything goes back to normal.” Emma’s laugh is bitter. “But if I stay here another day, if I keep pursuing a relationship with you, she’s cutting me off financially. No more college fund, no more car insurance, no more anything.”
My stomach drops. “She’s blackmailing you.”