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!”

with you?”

Mom snapped before Claire could answer.

“Just because your sister finally found someone decent doesn’t mean you get to ruin it.”

Claire’s expression changed immediately. That old familiar hurt surfaced — the wound of always being labeled difficult, dramatic, too much.

“I’m not trying to ruin anything,” she shot back.

Dad sighed heavily. “Then continue reading …