« No. »
I didn’t want her undressing on my porch or tossing the dress across a seat. I didn’t know what I wanted.
***
Twenty years earlier, my 16-year-old daughter died the day before her prom.
Four years after that, I folded this dress into a donation box and whispered goodbye to the future she never had.
« I can change in my car. »
Now a stranger was wearing it.
***
« My name is Madeline, » the woman said. « I found the dress at a clothing sale. My daughter’s getting married next week, and I planned to wear it. »
« You came here in it? »
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