I crawled into Ryan Jensen's bed that first night by accident. I barely
knew him. I thought it was his sister's bed - her room. It took seconds
to realize my error, and I should've left... I didn't. I didn't jump
out. I didn't get embarrassed. I relaxed.
And that night, in that moment, it was the only thing I craved. I asked
to stay. He let me, and I slept. The truth? I never wanted to leave his
bed. If I could've stayed forever, I would have. He became my sanctuary.
Because - four hours earlier - my twin sister killed herself.