After my brother died, his best friend became my lifeline — and then my husband. I thought love had saved me from grief. Until our wedding night, when I found a box hidden in our bedroom. Inside was a letter from my brother that said, “My sister must never know the truth.”
When my older brother Alex died in a car accident, my life went quiet in a way I still don’t know how to explain.
How do you exist in a world where the one person who always had your back is just… gone?
A week after the funeral, I was sitting alone in my living room when someone knocked on the door.