I cut my stepdaughter’s late mom’s dresses

She won’t come home.”

My heart drops completely this time.

“I didn’t know,” I say, though it doesn’t make it any better.

“No,” he agrees. “You didn’t.”

The silence that follows is heavier than anything before it.

“I need to find her,” I say suddenly, the urgency rising inside me like a wave I can’t stop. “I need to talk to her.”

He studies me again, searching continue reading …