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!”

reception downtown.

But Claire never arrived.

I kept checking the entrance. Calling her phone. Watching voicemail answer again and again.

Dad insisted she’d calm down eventually.

Mom told me not to let her spoil my day.

So I smiled for photographs while anxiety twisted inside my chest.

Then my mother’s phone rang.

She answered.

And went white.

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