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!”

a crash,” she whispered.

Everything after that blurred together.

Rain slashing sideways across dark roads.

Flashing lights near the riverbank.

Mud soaking through the hem of my wedding dress while rescue workers searched the water below.

Claire had taken the river road shortcut.

Her car went over the edge.

The next day they found her body.

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