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“I was afraid she’d ruin everything, Alice. When Claire confronted me later, I told her if she said anything, everyone would think she was just trying to destroy your happiness because she was jealous.”
That was how he silenced my sister.
Ryan said I made him feel stable. Said what he had with Claire was messy and unhealthy. Said what he felt for me was real. Said people can change.
I only stared at him. “My sister tried to warn me.”
He said nothing.
“She stood right in front of me begging me not to marry you. And I called her jealous.”
Ryan’s silence answered enough.
Across the room, I watched realization hit my parents too. The horrible shape of Claire’s final weeks. She carried this alone because all of us had trained ourselves not to trust her whenever the truth arrived wrapped in sharp edges.
My sister wasn’t bitter.
She was desperate.
And she was still trying to protect me.
That realization hurt almost more than Ryan’s betrayal.
He stepped toward me. “Alice, please. What I feel for you is real…”
I looked at him and imagined my sister driving through the rain, trying to reach my wedding before it was too late.
I picked up the suitcase I had packed before he got home.
His mother started crying. My mother whispered my name. Ryan reached toward my arm, then stopped himself.