My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream Not To Wear My Husband’s Gift And The Truth Was Hidden In The Lining

in shallow pulls, staring at it.

Someone had sewn this into the lining deliberately. There was no innocent explanation for it. No seamstress sews powder between layers of fabric by accident.

I called Iris.

Iris Beaumont had been my closest friend for fifteen years. She was a chemist at the hospital lab downtown, the kind of woman who could identify the continue reading …