Mom and Dad aren't home yet, the twins probably loving their time at college. They have to be. Neither of them has made any attempt to reach out to me since the message they left me the first day of school. It's been weeks alone here and I think I'm really starting to go mad.
Flinging myself on my bed does little to help, nor does studying. A quiet dinner with Mom and Dad where I mutter "I'm fine", "it was good" and "no thank you" ends with me back in my room, closing the door behind me.
I hear them talking downstairs so I sneak my door open a bit to listen in at their low and tense tones. My socks shuffle over the hardwood as I creep out further to make out their words.
"-this would happen." Mom sounds afraid, almost. "With the twins gone, she has no one."
"She's a big girl." But Dad
