It had been almost a year since their sister's death. A year of pain and fighting. Now the twins weren't as close as they used to be and it hurt her to see him like this. The year of counseling and tears did nothing for him. Right now she was in the kitchen cooking for the two knowing he would not come down. At least maybe he would eating something tonight. Every night she cooked something good and left it by his door. Sometimes there was food gone and most times he did not touch anything. She had just started cooking their dinner at this time and she was already tired.