“I’m fine.”
“He thought maybe you’d like to join us for something to eat. We’ll probably have to hit the road in an hour or so.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Okay.” He hesitated, then turned to go, but with his hand on the door, said, “He’s a good person to have on your side. I know there’s hostility between our teams, but no one will harass you about… that kind of thing if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I didn’t respond.
Noah blew out his cheeks. “Okay, um… Is it okay if Olivia comes in? She wanted me to ask.”
I was shocked my sister cared about my opinion and hadn’t already barged in uninvited. Usually, she did as she pleased and damn my feelings. I wasn’t ready to talk but could only dodge her for so long. My energy was officially drained, and I didn’t have a fighting bone left in my body.
“It’s fine.”
Noah left, and a short time later, a soft rap sounded at the door.
“Come in.”
“I don’t have a key.”
My limbs weighed a thousand pounds as I dragged myself off the bed and opened the door. I couldn’t meet Olivia’s eyes and returned to the bed, flopping on my stomach and keeping my head turned away.
“What do you want?”
“You know what.”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Are you moping?”
“No.”
“Are you upset?”
“Go away, Olivia.”
She didn’t.
Olivia invited herself onto the bed. The dip of the mattress jostled me. She settled, and a moment later, she raked her fingers through my hair, scratching my scalp like she used to do when we were little, and I was upset.
“Talk to me.”
“No.”
“Don’t you think it’s time?”
“No.”
“Roll over.”
With a heavy sigh and against my better judgment, I complied.
Leaning against the headboard, Olivia continued to massage my scalp. “I love you.”
“Do you hate being my twin?”
“No. Why would you say that?”