It doesn’t take me long to get home. Dad isn’t here, and I’m not sure where Aida is. I search the living room and kitchen, but she isn’t there. I head upstairs to see if she’s in her room, and I find her door locked. We don’t usually lock our doors. Being twins, we don’t hide much of anything from each other.
I knock on the door, but there is no answer. I wait a bit and put my ear to the door to see if I can hear anything. I hear what I think is some shuffling, so I knock on the door again. The doorknob jiggles, and the door opens slightly. “What’s up, Adela?” Aida looks a bit flustered and slightly out of breath. I try to look into the room, but that prompts Aida to squeeze through the door and close it shut behind her.
“Uh….how are you?”
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