I Donated My Late Daughter’s Prom Dress 20 Years Ago—Last Week, Someone Knocked on My Door Wearing It

Holly had planned to join them, but she woke with a fever.

“Take pictures of everything,” she told Teresa over the phone.

The hike was supposed to be their last quiet day together.

“Even the boring trees?”

“Especially those.”

I handed Teresa a light jacket.

“The weather report says rain.”

“We’ll be back before then.”

She kissed my cheek.