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.
This realization was almost more painful than Ryan’s betrayal.
He approached me. “Alice, please. What I feel for you is real…”
I looked at it and imagined my sister driving in the rain, trying to get to my wedding before it was too late.
I retrieved the suitcase I had packed before his return.
His mother started to cry. My mother whispered my name. Ryan reached out towards my arm, then stopped.
“Please don’t leave like this,” he begged.
I turned around, not out of uncertainty, but because some endings deserve eye contact.
“You broke my sister’s heart. Then you stayed by my side while I buried her and you made me believe that she was the problem.”
He lowered his eyes.
