wore my late granddaughter’s prom dress to her prom because she never got the chance to go. I thought it would simply be a quiet way to honor her memory. I never imagined that something hidden inside the lining of that dress would reveal a letter that would change everything I believed about her final weeks, and about the love we shared. 💙
The dress arrived the day after her funeral.
When I opened my front door that morning and saw the cardboard box sitting on the porch, my first reaction was confusion. For a moment, I couldn’t remember ordering anything. My mind had been foggy since the funeral, moving through the days like someone underwater.
Then I saw the return label from a small boutique downtown, and the realization struck me like a punch to the chest.
Gwen’s prom dress.
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