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!”

hear: “She knew you loved her,” with that terrible, bittersweet certainty you use when you have nothing interesting to say.

And all this time, one thought kept nagging at me.

Claire was trying to tell me something.

A week later, Ryan left for work. Twenty minutes after he left, my phone rang.

“Megan?” I replied, surprised.

Megan was Claire’s best friend continue reading …