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My sister died on my wedding day. A week later, her colleague called and said, “She left you a phone and a note. COME TO THE OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!”

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thought she was joking.

Claire didn’t smile. “I really mean it.”

A wave of heat rose to my face. “What’s wrong with you?”

Mom immediately retorted sharply: “Just because your sister has found someone nice doesn’t give you the right to ruin everything, Claire.”

Claire’s expression shifted into that familiar old wound — the one she had carried inside her continue reading …

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