The next sequence began before I could collect my thoughts. Ryan was sitting in a restaurant booth, far too close to another woman. Then another sequence. Another woman. Yet another.
The filming of Claire was shaky, rushed, furious.
Megan put her hand to her mouth. “Oh my God.”
For several seconds, I remained frozen in front of the screen, Claire’s last words echoing in my head. Then I grabbed the phone, folded the note, and left before completely collapsing in front of Megan.
I cried all the way back and had to stop once because I couldn’t see the road because of my tears.
That evening, Ryan came in through the front door, carrying yellow roses and a box of cupcakes from my favorite bakery.
“Hey,” he said softly. “I was thinking maybe we could…”
Then he stopped.
Both our families were sitting in the living room. My parents were stiff and pale on the sofa. His mother was standing by the fireplace. And I was standing by the coffee table, Claire’s phone in my hand.
“Sit down,” I said.
Ryan stared at the phone when I pressed play.
Silence reigned in the room, except for Claire’s shaky videos and Ryan’s voice coming from the small speaker. By the end of the first video, his face had turned gray. By the second, his mother had sat down without even looking for a chair.
When the third clip was finished, my father whispered, “My God.”
Ryan finally spoke up. “I can explain.”
” You are welcome. “
He ran a hand through his hair. “I knew Claire before I met you. We went out together. It ended badly.”
“Did you love him?”
He looked down at the ground. “At that moment, I believed him.”
“So when you met me and realized I was her sister, you didn’t say anything.”
“I was afraid she’d ruin everything, Alice. When Claire confronted me later, I told her that if she said anything, everyone would think she was just trying to destroy your happiness out of jealousy.”
That’s how he silenced my sister.
Ryan said I reassured him. He said his relationship with Claire was chaotic and unhealthy. He said his feelings for me were genuine. He said people can change.
I just stared at him. “My sister tried to warn me.”
He said nothing.
“She was standing right in front of me, begging me not to marry you. And I called her jealous.”
Ryan’s silence spoke volumes.
On the other side of the room, I saw the realization hit my parents too. The horrific unfolding of Claire’s last weeks. She carried this burden alone, because we had all grown accustomed to distrusting her whenever the truth came to light, however brutal it might be.
My sister wasn’t bitter.
She was desperate.
And she was still trying to protect me.
