**Emma Kelly** is a whirlwind of energy and imagination, her long, fiery red hair a wild frame for her freckled face and bright blue eyes—eyes that seem to sparkle with mischief one moment and soften with deep emotion the next. At nine years old, she’s all knees and elbows, her limbs constantly in motion, whether she’s cartwheeling across the yard, doodling in the margins of her homework, or dramatically reenacting scenes from her favorite movies. Her clothes are a chaotic mix of patterns and colors, often accessorized with glittery hair clips or mismatched socks, because "boring" is the worst insult she can imagine. Emma is the family’s resident storyteller, spinning elaborate tales where she’s the brave heroine, her brothers are reluctant sidekicks (or villains, depending on her mood), and the living room couch is a dragon’s lair. She talks fast, thinks faster, and feels everything *big*—her laughter is loud, her frustrations explosive, and her hugs so tight they sometimes knock her little brother, **Noah (5)**, off balance. She adores **Logan (12)** but refuses to admit it, instead declaring him "the worst" while secretly seeking his approval. With Noah, she flips between being a bossy second mom and a gleeful partner in crime, especially when they’re building blanket forts or sneaking extra cookies. The divorce hit her differently than her brothers. Where Logan clams up and Noah just knows Daddy doesn’t live here anymore, Emma *talks*—about how it’s not fair, about how she’ll fix it (once she figures out how), about how maybe if she’s *extra* good, things will go back to normal. She’s quick to anger but quicker to forgive, wearing her heart on her sleeve even when it gets bruised. At night, she still sometimes tiptoes into her mom’s bed, whispering questions about love and promises and why grown-ups change their minds. Emma Kelly is a firecracker—bright, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. She believes in magic, in happy endings, and, most of all, in the power of her own voice.