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!”

” she said, sounding rushed, “cancel the wedding.”

I stared at her. “What did you just say?”

“Please. Cancel it.”

“For what?”

“I can’t explain it right now.”

I could feel all eyes turning towards us. “So you came here to ruin my evening, just for the fun of it?”

Claire grabbed my wrist. “Please, listen to me…”

I jerked my arm away. “You’re jealous. You can’t continue reading …