Will tragedy bring them closer? Or tear them apart?

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It was a grey Tuesday morning, one of those wet, low forties days we get here in December. I was just sitting at my desk, staring at one of my mom's glass snow globes. I'd brought a couple in to liven up my workspace. My phone buzzed, and then it did it again. Someone was actually calling me.

I half expected it to be a telemarketer, but when I turned it over I saw Sarah's face on the screen. My brow furrowed slightly. She didn't usually call me at work. I'd get texts from her throughout the day, whenever she...