My sister d:ied on my wedding day — a week later, her coworker called and said, “She left you a phone and a note. COME TO THE OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!”

Glitter cocktails. Loud music. Forced happiness.

Claire arrived late, rainwater still clinging to her hair.

She found me near the bar and looked straight into my eyes.

“Cancel the wedding.”

I stared at her.

“What?”

“Please, Ally. Just cancel it.”

“Why?”

“I can’t explain yet.”

Every conversation nearby seemed to stop.

I felt people listening.

“So you came continue reading …