My Sister Passed Away at My Wedding – A Week Later, Her Coworker Called and Said, ‘She Left a Phone for You. Come Immediately!’ 1

Claire stood, left the room, and her door slammed down the hall. No one followed her. I sat there and let my parents turn her warning into bitterness, into jealousy, and into Claire being Claire.

She’d been cast as the “difficult one” so many times.

The next night was my bachelorette party. Balloons, sparkling drinks, and too much pink. I was trying to be present in my own happiness when Claire walked in late, hair damp from the rain, still in her work clothes.

She found me near the bar. “Alice,” she said, looking like she’d run out of time, “cancel the wedding.”

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

“Please. Just cancel it.”

“Why?”

“I can’t explain right now.”

I felt every head in the room turn toward us. “So you came here to wreck my night for fun?”

“I can’t explain right now.”

Claire reached for my wrist. “Please listen to me…”