After Spending Six Months Hand-sewing My Daughter’s Wedding Dress

out without another word, leaving Brenda standing alone in her cold, perfect house. The car ride home was silent. When we got back to my little apartment, Halie hugged me tightly.

“Thank you, Mom,” she said. “For everything. I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are,” I said, and for the first time in a long time, I knew it was true.

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