My hands and feet were so numb with cold that I lost all sensation, yet Kevin didn't offer a word of apology or explanation upon seeing me. Instead, he questioned, "Why did it take you so long to get back?"
Hurt and frustration swelled up, but Kevin waved me off impatiently and turned to enter Wendy's room. That night, Kevin didn't return to our room.
I listened to the sounds of their laughter next door all night. The sounds echoed endlessly as noise came from the hallway outside my room.
Kevin and Wendy had returned. I watched as Wendy walked in, laden with bags and she said, "Amy, look, Kevin bought me this new limited-edition bag. And this dress, handmade in Italy, one of a kind."
Swallowing my bitterness, I turned away, no longer looking at her.
"Amy, did you really make us a midnight snack?" Wendy's shrill voice sounded exaggerated as she leaned over, then wrinkled her nose and covered her mouth, saying, "Amy, don't you know I'm allergic to eggs?"
Watching the steaming egg and cheese pasta in the pot, a fresh wave of bitterness welled up in my eyes.
Before I could turn around, Kevin was already berating me, "Amy, what kind of sister-in-law are you? Are you trying to poison Wendy?"