Inseparable by Missy Johnson Page B

sis is in love,” Abby clucked, smiling. I rolled my eyes at her. This was not a new argument. She’d always loved rubbing in the fact that she was technically born the day before me. She was born at 23:58 on the 21 st of May, and I was born at 00:01 on the 22 nd . That made us one of only a few sets of identical twins born on separate days ever.
    “You were born three minutes before me,” I retorted.
    “No, I was born the day before you, which makes me older, does it not?” She raised an eyebrow. I laughed. She’d always tried to act like a big sister to me, which annoyed the hell out of me growing up. Now after everything, I was happy to let her have this.
    “Sure, big sis, whatever,” I rolled my eyes again. “He is so nice, Abs,” I gushed, “As in possibly one of the nicest people I’ve met.”
    “He broke your foot,” Abby reminded, giggling.
    “That was more my fault than his,” I argued, shaking my head. Thinking about that still made me cringe.
    “I know, I’m teasing. I’m glad you’re happy, Lil. That’s all I ever want for you,” She smiled wistfully, lowering her eyes. Was she like me, thinking about all the things I was going to get to do that she never got to?
    “I love you, Lil. And I know you love me. I never, not even for a moment wondered why it wasn’t you. Never,” Abby smiled at me, a single tear trickling down her cheek.
    I woke up, crying softly. Dreaming about Abby never scared me, but often it upset me. Seeing her only confirmed how much I missed her. No matter how happy I was, or how much I achieved, there would always be a part of me missing, a part I would never get back.

Chapter Ten
    Rolling over, I glanced at the alarm clock. It was just after seven. Who the hell woke at seven on a Saturday morning, one of the few days they could actually sleep in? Apparently I did. I could either spend the next few hours tossing and turning, or I could get up.
    I decided to get up.
    Throwing on my robe, I headed toward the living room armed with my laptop. Even if it was crazy early, I was so happy it was the weekend. The closest I’d come to speaking to Dane since our date last Sunday was the occasional smile from across the room in sociology, or looking up and seeing his eyes fixated on me in the cafeteria. I felt strange about approaching him on campus, though I’m not sure why. He liked to keep a low profile, so I guess I didn’t want to spark rumors. If he wanted to make the first move, then I was fine with that.
    I contemplated doing some of my assignments, but in the end fatigue stopped me. I was in one of those moods where I couldn’t sleep, but was way too tired to do anything constructive. Opening my laptop, I glanced over Facebook, and my email. Not surprisingly, nothing really of interest was happening in my world. Clicking on friends, I clicked to message Anna. My decision to make more of an effort with our relationship had gone nowhere since last week, so this was as good a time as any to start.
    Hey Anna,
    How are things going with you? Mom said you made the basketball team, that’s fantastic! Let me know if you ever play down this way. How is school and everything else going? Got a boyfriend yet? ;)
    Call me anytime you want to talk.
    Love Lil xxx
    Immediately I felt better, getting that out of the way lifted some of the anxiety off my shoulders. Opening up Google, I put in the words Hansen, Golden Lake and abduction. My screen filled with links to the murder of Steffy Hansen. I clicked on Crimenet.
    Everything I could have possibly wanted to know (and not wanted to know) about Dane’s sister’s disappearance was right there in front of me. Guilt swept through me as I thought about Dane, and how he’d feel about was I was doing. It was almost like going behind his back by not asking him directly. How was I supposed to bring something like that up, though? And for all I knew, he’d Googled Abby and me, not that he’d find anything. A teenager’s death from