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

answered.

“Where was Teresa when you last saw her?”

“This isn’t how I wanted her to hear it.”

Tanya’s face folded.

“Olivia, please.”

“Was she inside the car?”

Phoebe covered her mouth. Her answer came through her fingers.

“No.”

The room went still.

“Was she inside the car?”

I gripped the chair.

“Then where was she?”

“On the bank,” Tanya whispered. “With me.”

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