Emily's POV.

It had been a good week, or at least, as good as things could be when you were trying to figure out how to be a big sister while still managing your life. Smith and I had started to settle into a rhythm. It wasn’t perfect…hell, half the time, I still had no idea what I was doing…but we were getting there. He talked a little more, asked me things, and even reached for my hand when we crossed the street. Small victories, but victories nonetheless.

So when Lena showed up to take him back, I wasn’t ready.

She stood at the door, her designer sunglasses perched on...