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

course I’ll wear it, how could I not?” But something in his tone had lodged in me like a splinter, too small to name, too persistent to ignore. He’d mentioned the dress again at dinner two days later, and again in passing the following week. Always a variation on the same insistence. This dress. No other dress.

I slipped out of bed without waking him continue reading …