She was four years older than me—louder, bolder, and far more reckless than our parents ever knew how to handle. She left our hometown of Cleveland at the first opportunity, while I stayed behind, becoming the peacekeeper who could sense tension before anyone else noticed it.
Claire used to call me “the family commercial.”
I called her impossible.
Yet she always noticed the things no one else did.Weddings
If I skipped meals during a stressful week, she would quietly slip protein bars into my purse without saying a word. Even when she criticized my fiancé, Ethan, she still checked whether I was sleeping enough or surviving entirely on coffee again.
That was Claire.
She could sound annoyed and protective at exactly the same time.
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A few months before my wedding, I brought Ethan home for Christmas dinner so he could properly meet my family. He arrived carrying expensive wine for my father, white roses for my mother, and the kind of effortless smile that made strangers trust him instantly.
