I Chose to Wear My Grandma’s Prom Dress in Her Honor – But the Tailor Gave Me a Note Hidden in the Hem That Revealed She Lied to Me My Whole Life

“I’m not selling it,” I cut in.

“I didn’t say you had to—”

“You didn’t have to. Everyone always means it.”

Mrs. Kline sighed, folding her hands. “Your grandma didn’t leave you anything else, did she?”

“No. Just the house.”

“Then it’s okay to let it go,” she said gently. “That doesn’t mean you’re letting her go.”

“Yes, it does,” I snapped. “That house is all I have left of her.”

“I’m not selling it.”

“Homes like that don’t stay valuable forever, Emma. Give it a few years, and no one will even want it. You’ll be stuck with something you can’t afford.”

“I’d rather be stuck than alone,” I said quietly.

That shut her up for a second. My eyes drifted toward the hallway. Toward Grandma Lorna’s room.

Mrs. Kline followed my gaze. “You’ll need something to wear for the service. Formal, right? That’s coming up.”