Her overwhelming guilt forced Eliza to contemplate swallowing a trembling fistful of pills.
Her sister should be wearing this silk and organza wedding gown, not her. Jason had been engaged to Lacy for a wonderful five months before the accident.
How Eliza wished she’d never handed over the car keys to Lacy but she’d insisted her younger sister go buy snacks for their sibling movie night. Now Lacy was dead and Eliza was the one marrying Jason. This too was something she hadn’t planned but remorse compelled her to go out of the way to take care of Lacy’s devastated fiance and she was horrified the moment she realized that she’d actually fallen for him, as he had her.
As shivering hands met her mouth, her eyes widened in shock as the ghostly figure of her sister appeared in the front mirror.
“Eliza, don’t blame yourself,” she whispered. “I’m glad you and Jason have found each other, please take care of him. I love you, always.”
Tears trickled down Eliza’s cheeks. How desperately she’d waited to hear these words, convinced she never would, not in this lifetime.
Hands raised in farewell, both sisters smiled a final goodbye, in this lifetime.