Mommy, I’m hungry,” Tyler whimpered from his car seat.

“Just thirty more minutes, baby. Then we’ll be at Grandma’s house, and she’ll have all that yummy food ready.”

Emma stirred awake, rubbing her eyes. “Will Aunt Jessica be nice this time?”

The question hit me harder than it should have. My daughter, at seven, had already learned to expect cruelty from my younger sister. Jessica was twenty-eight, married to a wealthy investment banker named Derek, and never let me forget that she’d “made something of herself” while I was just a dental hygienist raising two kids alone after my ex-husband decided fatherhood wasn’t his calling.