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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I didn’t call Ryan. I grabbed my keys and drove seventy-five kilometers to the city, my heart pounding so hard my fingers were shaking on the steering wheel.

Megan was waiting near the reception desk, pale and wringing her hands. She silently led me to her office.

An envelope with my name written in Claire’s handwriting was lying there. Next to it, continue reading …