Rikki couldn’t answer. How could she? She had just found out that a huge chunk of her life was a lie
Rikki looked at the clock on the nightstand. “Ugh!” It was three a.m. but her eyes were wide open. She was sure she’d never sleep again. How could she after the bombshell that was dropped on her tonight? A meteor landing in the yard would have been easier to believe.
Rikki threw back the blanket and swung her legs over the side of the bed. There was no use trying to sleep. Ignoring her slippers, she walked to the door and peeked out into the hallway. All was still. Not a trace of light, nor the sound of whispers. Maybe it was better this way. Who knows?
Rikki strode up and down her room, her hands clasped behind her back. She had known something major was going on, but this was more than major. She wasn’t sure there was a word to adequately describe this. She clenched her fists. Just a few hours ago, she was Rikki Levy. Rikki Dee, to her friends — firstborn and only girl.
A cold prickly feeling spread through her body. She rushed back to bed and climbed under the covers, hugging her knees to her chest. Her head lowered until her chin rested on her knees. She was still Rikki, but she wasn’t the oldest, or only, daughter. She had an older sister, Chaya. A sister she had never known about. A sister her parents hadn’t ever mentioned. A sister that had been given away at birth.
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