My Sister Passed Away on My Wedding Day… One Week Later, Her Coworker Called and Said, “Claire Left a Phone and a Note for You. Get to the Office Immediately.”
She was four years older than me—louder, bolder, and far more reckless than our parents ever knew how to handle. She left our hometown of Cleveland at the first opportunity, while I stayed behind, becoming the peacekeeper who could sense tension before anyone else noticed it.
