I sat there allowing everyone to turn her warning into jealousy because it was easier than wondering if she was afraid.
The next evening was my bachelorette party.
Pink balloons. Glitter cocktails. Loud music. Forced happiness.
Claire arrived late, rainwater still clinging to her hair.
She found me near the bar and looked straight into my eyes.
“Cancel the wedding.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
“Please, Ally. Just cancel it.”
“Why?”
“I can’t explain yet.”
Every conversation nearby seemed to stop.
I felt people listening.
“So you came here to ruin my night?”
Claire grabbed my wrist gently.
“Please listen to me.”
I pulled away.
“You’re jealous.”
The words landed hard. I saw them hit her.
“You can’t stand that I finally have something good.”
Claire’s eyes filled instantly.
“I’m trying to stop you from making a mistake.”
“Then explain it.”
She shook her head slowly.
“I can’t.”
I pointed toward the door.
“Then leave.”
She did.
And those were the last words I ever said to my sister while she was alive.