My Sister Arrived At My Wedding Wearing A White Bridal Gown

after she died for more than my first car cost. Paige had wanted it since she was seventeen.

There was one last line.

“If this is being read aloud, Clara, then honey, keep it. Paige can buy her own jewelry.”

I folded the letter.

Paige made a sound I don’t have a better word for. Not a sob. Not a gasp. More like she’d bitten down on something metal.

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