I finally answered.
“Honey?” he said softly.
“Where are you?”
I closed my eyes.
For years I had loved the sound of his voice.
Now it sounded poisonous.
“I’m still out,” I managed quietly.
“You okay? You sound strange.”
Because I had just learned my husband was secretly involved with my mother…
…and my sister may not have died accidentally.
“I’m fine,” I whispered.
A pause.
Then Ryan said something that made my blood run cold:
“That’s good. Because your mom said you’ve been asking a lot of questions lately.”
My heart stopped.
He already knew.
And before I could respond—
I heard my mother’s voice faintly in the background beside him.
“Ask her if she found the phone.”
My sister died on my wedding day — a week later, her coworker called and said, “She left you a phone and a note. COME TO THE OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!”
My older sister, Claire, and I were never very close. And when I brought my fiancé, Ryan, to meet my family, she was cold and sharp with him.
It felt strange to me.
During the wedding preparations, Claire kept her distance. Then, at my bachelorette party, she walked up to me and said:
“You should CANCEL the wedding.”
I got angry and demanded to know why she would say something like that about him. She only replied that she couldn’t explain anything right now but begged me to cancel the wedding.
Of course, I didn’t. I loved Ryan.
On the wedding day, we had our ceremony at the church, and afterward, everyone got into their cars and drove to the restaurant.
All the guests had already arrived at the restaurant, but Claire still hadn’t shown up.
She wasn’t answering her phone.
We waited for over an hour, and then a police officer called my mother and said there had been an accident on the road. We all rushed to the scene immediately.
Claire had taken a different route. Heavy rain had started, and she lost control of the car. It flipped over and ended up in the water.
The police said they hadn’t found her body because the current had most likely carried her away. She wouldn’t have survived a crash like that.
My parents were crying. I just stood there frozen, unable to speak.
Back at home, Ryan tried to comfort me, but I felt completely broken.
A week later, I got a call from Megan — Claire’s best friend and coworker. Ryan was at work at the time.
She sounded nervous as she said:
“Come to the office immediately. Claire left a phone and a note for you on my desk!”
I immediately drove to the office.
I unfolded Claire’s note, and as I started reading, I forgot how to breathe:
“Alice, if you’re reading this, then it’s time for the truth to come out. Don’t trust Ryan. Turn on the last VIDEO in the gallery on that phone.”
MY BLOOD RAN COLD AS I GRABBED THE PHONE AND PRESSED PLAY. 
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