A question caught me by surprise-3

Jennifer and Vicky are entirely different as bed mates. Jennifer snores
for one. Not loud, but enough to notice. She’s a rather messy sleeper
too, sprawling across the entire bed, entangling her limbs with my own.

Vicky on the other hand slept like the dead. Silent and still, she
curled into a tight ball, affording me so much space I sometimes forgot she
was there.

I heard my bedroom door creak open late one night as I lay awake, still
in the grip of insomnia. I kept my eyes closed tight, wanting to avoid
another whispered argument with my twin. Vicky had every right to be there
and Jennifer was just going to have to learn to live with it.

My conclusion, however well-reasoned, didn’t make me feel any less
guilty as my sister quietly retreated back into her own bed. I tried to
put that thought and all others out of my head as gazed at Jennifer’s
tightly shut door, hoping I was imagining the sound of a lost girl crying
in the dark.

As the spring approached, the cracks in the armor became deeper and more
jagged. Vicky excitedly made plans for a spring break road trip, one which
included the entire group, save for my sister. “Well, I thought she had
her own friends now,” Vicky explained, feigning sympathy. “I didn’t think
she’d want to come.”