Now a little less sleepy and disoriented, I spot a woman laying in the bed across from mine. She looks about as wiped as I do, but a smile peeks out from behind the mess of auburn curls.

The “good morning” she yawns out is equal parts cute and contagious.

Something about her feels so familiar…The way her eyes lock onto my gaze, how she stares at me so curiously, and how much she looks like the sister I never had.