My Sister Broke a Bottle on Me at Her Wedding

me.”

“I knew there was a chance.”

“How long?”

He pressed his lips together.

“Three days.”

I nodded.

Three days.

He had known I might be alive while he emptied my room, canceled my phone, and told Chloe to wear black to the memorial.

I picked up the tag.

A little piece of glass was still caught in the chain. I hadn’t noticed it before.

“Your mother thought you continue reading …