water, sinking slowly like a dying swan. The sight was sickening. This wasn’t just a garment; it was a symbol of everything Natalia had overcome and everything we were building together.
Natalia stood at the edge of the water, her hands trembling so violently she had to clench them into fists. Her eyes were glassy, her breathing coming in shallow, ragged hitches. She looked at the submerged dress with a level of despair that made my stomach turn. She had spent months saving every cent for that gown, meticulously hand-altering
