same Vanessa who had attended our wedding eleven years earlier. The same woman who had helped me choose my wedding dress, stood beside me in countless family photographs, and called me whenever she needed advice.
The same sister who had sat at my kitchen table only three weeks earlier, drinking coffee and telling me how lonely she had been since her divorce.
I had comforted her that afternoon.
I had told her that she would eventually rebuild her life.
I had promised that she could always count on me.
Now
