A week after my sister’s death, my marriage ended tragically. One of her colleagues called to tell me that Claire had left a phone at the office. I thought I’d go there to retrieve one last memento of my sister. Little did I know that I was about to trigger an experience that would change my life forever.
That morning, Ryan leaned towards me, a box of pastries in one hand and the other resting on my cheek.
“I’ll be home early,” he said softly. “We’ll get through this, Alice.”
