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conclave or something.”
    â€œAnother complication is that I don’t know Clare Gallagher,” I said.
    â€œHold on!” Piper exclaimed. “I know that name! Gallagher is one of the family people we’re gonna see in Ireland. I’ve heard Dad say that name.” She gasped. “I know what you can do! You can ask Clare where to find the person who sent her the letter. This is a good idea I’m having. Then meet that person and ask them where to find the person who sent them the letter. Then meet that person and ask them —”
    I interrupted, “I get it.”
    Shannon said, “It isn’t a terrible idea.”
    â€œDid you know we’re staying at the Ballymore Home for Boys, where Dad grew up?” Piper asked. “We might be the first girls they’ve ever seen.”
    â€œA home for boys?” Carissa asked. “Now, that sounds like my kind of place.”
    Shannon sighed. “A home for orphaned boys.”
    â€œOh, joy,” Eryn said sarcastically. “We get to stay with a group of homeless kids. They sound like a blast!”
    â€œThey’re hosting this year’s Spring Fling event, where Dad will finally meet his long-lost sister,” Shannon said.
    Piper chimed in, “ That’s Gallagher. It’s the lost sister. She must’ve sent you the letter.”
    Maybe this could work. Provided that I made it toIreland alive, I could meet Clare at the Spring Fling and get leads on the other links. I’d shake as many hands as they had. I’d shake their feet, if I had to.
    I was going to reverse this curse!
    I couldn’t have another day like today. Not ever.

Seven
    I watched the clouds over the Atlantic Ocean and rubbed my fingers over the silver four-leaf clover around my neck. In the seat next to me, Piper talked to the flight attendants whenever they came by, and she pushed the call button when she had something she wanted to say and they weren’t around. My mom told her to stop a hundred times, but she didn’t.
    I ignored her and dozed off, until I woke up somewhere over County Cork, Ireland. From the view out my tiny plane window, it looked like the land was covered by plush, green vegetation. It also looked rainy, which wasn’t going to be kind to my flat-ironed hair.
    But I had a good feeling that my luck would get better once I was officially in Ireland.
    After exiting the plane, I knew that feeling was totally wrong.
    First the rain frizzed my hair.
    Then our luggage was lost—all of it—even the new stuff from Delia’s that I’d just bought for this trip.
    Lastly, our ride that was taking us to Ballymore was late.
    And then the big whopper happened. I saw a coin on the ground and bent to check if it was heads up. Eryn walked right into me, glued to her phone, and knocked me into Shannon, who I bumped down the escalator. Not on purpose, of course, but still, I watched helplessly as she tumbled down the moving stairs.
    CRACK!
    Shannon grabbed her leg and yelled in pain.
    I ran down the steps to her side. “Where does it hurt?” I asked.
    She pointed to her knee, shin, and ankle. That can’t be good, I thought. I looked carefully at her leg. “It looks fine,” I lied. Actually, her calf looked sort of, well  . . . It was crooked where it shouldn’t have been.
    My mom took one look at her leg and went deathly white.
    Dad took the baby from Mom and handed her to Eryn, who held Hope out at arm’s length. “It’s all going to be fine,” he said.
    A security guard ran over, pushed a button on the walkie-talkie Velcroed to his shoulder, and mumbled something in a thick Irish accent and told us, “Help’s on the way.”
    â€œHelp’s on the way!” Piper repeated. “Did you hear that? Help’s on the way. Help’s on the way. Help—”
    â€œWe get it, buttmunch,” Eryn said. “If you don’t shut up,