My sister d:ied on my wedding day — a week later, her coworker called and said, “She left you a phone and a note. COME TO THE OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!”

A week later, Ryan left for work. Twenty minutes after he drove away, my phone rang.

“Megan?” I answered, surprised.

Megan was Claire’s closest friend at work, a woman I’d only met twice but liked immediately because she spoke to Claire without flinching.

Her voice sounded strained. “Alice, I need you to come to the office right now.”

“Why?”

“She left a phone for you. And a note. They were on my desk. I just got back from visiting my sick grandfather this morning and found them. Come immediately.”

I didn’t call Ryan. I grabbed my keys and drove forty-five miles into the city with my heart pounding so hard my fingers shook against the steering wheel.

Megan waited near reception, pale and wringing her hands. She led me silently to her desk.

An envelope with my name written in Claire’s handwriting sat there. Beside it was Claire’s phone. I thought it had been lost with the car. I had imagined it resting at the bottom of the river with every word she never got the chance to say.

Megan whispered, “The security guard said she was rushing that day and must’ve left them behind.”

My fingers barely worked as I opened the envelope.

“Alice, if you’re reading this, then it’s time for the truth to come out. Don’t trust Ryan. Turn on the last video in the gallery on that phone.”

I stopped breathing.