Sister

Taylor turned from the kettle when a knock sounded at the door of her and Mya’s cabin. “I’ll get it.” She shouted up the stairs where she knew Mya was washing up after their day on the road. She’d let Mya go up alone, to give her space to sort out her feelings. Taylor knew that she’d have to stop giving Mya space soon, or they’d drift apart. One of these days, Mya would have to sit and talk to her, let her back in. She pulled the door open and froze. For a second, a split second she would have sworn Jane had come home. Then she blinked and swallowed.

“I’m sorry. I know it must be a shock to see me.” Tris held up her hands. “I should have said something about…”

“No, uh, I’m sorry, come on in.” Taylor stepped back. “I’m Taylor. Mya will be down in a minute.” Taylor shook her head as the woman walked past her and stood waiting. Clearly unsure of her welcome.