PART 2: Three weeks after my midnight-blue Versace dress vanished from my closet

for only her to hear the next words.

“My father bought that dress in Milan the week after I survived my miscarriage.”

Her face changed instantly.

“He stayed awake beside my hospital bed for three nights because he was afraid I wouldn’t stop crying.”

I looked down at the blue silk wrapped around her body.

“So no,” I whispered. “It was never just a dress.continue reading …