The sun blazed through the window burning my eyes as they fluttered open. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. Not being able to fall back to sleep I slowly stretched and looked to the other side of the bed. I stood up looking around for a missing Spencer. I walk downstairs but stop short hearing voices.

"She was always well prepared. She wouldn’t leave the house without double checking she had everything and then some." I walk into the living room and see Spencer and my mom with a photo album between the two. I sit on the other side of my mom and look at the pictures. One showed a sullen Kyla with a teary eyed John. I smile at the memory.

"Why is he crying?" Spencer asks.

"That’s Kyla’s ex. He snuck into her room after they had a fight to apologize, it was dark and she thought it was some kidnapper of something and sprayed him with pepper spray." I laugh thinking back. "I ran to her room and flipped on the lights. Kyla was about to hit him with a baseball bat." I laugh harder. "When she saw it was John she fell to her knees repeating how sorry she was. Mom came in too and just had to take a picture." I flip the page to the next picture. This one is of me and Kyla after one of my basketball games.

"You played basketball?" Spencer smiles at me.

"Yeah. Ky came to all my games, even when she was sick." I stare at the picture awhile longer before standing up. "I’m going to take a shower." I mumble and head upstairs. I grab some clothes and look at my night stand. Picking up a picture of Kyla and I, I feel my eyes start to sting. "I’m sorry Ky, I should have been a better sister. I promised to be there for you but I wasn’t. I’m sorry sis, I love you." My cracks at the last part. I set the picture down and turn around to see Spencer in my doorway. I wipe my eyes and clear my throat. She walks closer and pulls me into a hug.

"It’s okay to miss your sister but it wasn’t your fault." I nod into her neck. We stood like that for a few minutes until I pulled away and handed her some clothes.