the door wide to the daughter who had finally come home. The pale blue dress rustled as she crossed the threshold, a sound of homecoming that echoed through the house. The mourning was over, the empty grave no longer held any power, and the promise I had made to keep the dress forever had been fulfilled in a way I never could have dreamed. Teresa was back, and the future we had lost was finally beginning.
The Gown That Came Home: A Secret Sewn in Pearls
