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

I pulled my arm away. “You’re jealous. You can’t stand that I have something good.”

That landed. I saw it land.

Claire’s eyes filled. “I am trying to keep you from making a mistake, Ally.”

“Then say what you mean.”

She shook her head. “I can’t. Not yet.”

I pointed toward the door. “Then leave.”

She did. And that was the last thing I ever said to my sister while she was still alive to answer me.

“I am trying to keep you from making a mistake, Ally.”

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My wedding day dawned bright at first.

The church smelled of lilies and wax. Ryan stood waiting for me at the altar, calm and steady. Afterward, everyone drove downtown to the restaurant for the reception.

I kept glancing at the entrance, but Claire never appeared. I called her, but it went straight to voicemail.

My father said she was upset and would come around. My mother told me not to let her spoil my day. So I smiled at cousins and thanked people for gifts and pretended my stomach wasn’t folding in on itself.