« Mom? » Rosie stopped turning and looked at me. « You’re making that face. »
« What face, honey? »
« The worried one. »
I set down the tea and stood up. « Come here. Let’s get you into that dress. »
She followed me down the hall, humming. I unzipped the pale blue gown we’d found on clearance and slid it carefully over her shoulders.
« You look like a princess, » I whispered.
« I do? »
« Yes. »
Then Steven walked toward her. The whole room seemed to slow down.
She giggled and reached back for the zipper. My fingers shook a little as I pulled it up.
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