So Happy

Emma's P.O.V.

Pack a bag. Don't take any electronic devices. Unless it's a picture you absolutely can't live without, don't take it. As for sentimental items, well, assume you're not coming back. Take all your clothes unless they're stained or holey. Things you're not sure about, don't take. If it's personal, it won't be here when you get back. Clean teams are coming in an hour to check the house for pictures or things that could lead them to you. I'll be going around the computers and phones and wiping them clean. Any questions?

Stephanie's, or Liz Price's as she know knew to be her real name, instructions ran in my head as I stuffed my wallet into my purse. It only had thirteen dollars and twenty-two cents in it but it also had the worn pictures I had carried around since I got a wallet about five years ago.

Taking it back out, I flipped it open. One picture was of me, Leah, Mom and Mo. Me and Lee were five and Mo was three. In it, we were at a fair in Omaha and Mo was in Mom's arms as Gaby, or Bex Spade, snapped the picture. Leah was scowling, I was beaming, Mo looked confused and Mom was rolling her eyes. I liked it because it totally portrayed who we are. Were? Whatever was happening now was just downright confusing.

The second was of just me and Leah in the backyard in one of those cheap, blow-up pools. We were both laughing and hanging onto each other. We were about eight in that photo.

The last one was my favorite.

It was the only picture I had ever seen of my father. My mom said they were too painful. It was his and Mom's wedding picture. Mom looked beautiful in a strapless, white, floor-length dress with embroidery down the front. Dad was wearing a simple black suit and black tie. He was handsome.

They both looked so young and so happy and so free.

Morgan's P.O.V.

Slam.

Bex slammed the trunk. At first, when she started banging things around, I had thought she was angry but I quickly realised Bex must have just been like that normally. Normally. I guess it was just another part of Gaby's "cover" coming off.

"So, Smiles, you ready?" she asked.

Call it the Leah in me, but I was suddenly really mad.

"Ready? Ready for what?"

Bex sighed. "Morgan."

"Don't. Just don't." I whispered. There were tears welling up in my eyes without my permission.

I turned and walked quickly to the backyard. Assume you're not coming back. I had lived here my entire life. Mom had already said I'd be going to a different school now. Some snotty rich kid school in Virginia. I hated it already.

"Mo? Are you okay?"

I turned toward the voice and saw Leah and Emma standing there.

"I'm okay," I told Emma.

Leah smiled slightly. "No, you're not. But you will be."

She sounded so sure of herself. As always. "Yeah?" I humored her.

"Yeah." Leah nodded. "You know why?"

I shook my head.

"You've got us of course, silly."

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Cam's wedding dress: On my profile.

Gallagher Alumni Disk: watch?v=7pkMzLjIcgA

Out of Sight, Out of Time Trailer/Cast List: watch?v=66COGHvXwnM

To my reviewers:

Luna (Guest): Merci.

Shimmery Diamond: Gracias.

cameronrgoode Kiitos. (Finnish)

Goode-Lover: Dank. (Dutch)

Ktclaire99: Salamat. (Filipino)

PrettyLittleGG (Guest): Grazie. (Italian) Leah and Emma each got their hair from one of their grandmothers. They're fraternal twins. Morgan has her mother's hair with curls.