She glanced past me toward the dining room. “Maybe you should ask why he makes me want to.”
Her words stayed with me. When I mentioned it to Ryan in the car later, he simply shrugged.
“Maybe your sister just doesn’t like me.”
He said it so gently, as though I was overthinking the whole thing. Maybe that was the first crack, though I didn’t recognize it yet.
“You’re picking at him, Claire.”
As the wedding approached, Claire started acting even stranger.
One evening, all four of us sat around my parents’ table eating pot roast when Claire suddenly lowered her fork and looked directly at me.
“You should reconsider who you’re marrying, Alice.”.…continue reading…
