Twenty years ago, I folded a piece of my heart into a cardboard box and sent it away. It was a pale blue prom dress, shimmering with delicate pearls that caught the light like morning dew. I thought that by giving it away, I was finally releasing the ghost of my daughter, Teresa, who had vanished just twenty-four hours before she was meant to wear it. I never expected that two decades later, that very same dress would walk back onto my porch, worn by a woman who shouldn’t have
The Gown That Came Home: A Secret Sewn in Pearls
