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

“Then why didn’t you?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

She reached behind her neck again.

“I’ll leave it with you.”

I should’ve said yes.

Instead, I stared at the uneven pearls.

“Are you planning to remove those?”

Madeline touched the shoulder.

“I’ll leave it with you.”

“No. I like that they aren’t perfect.”

Something shifted inside me.

It wasn’t enough to make me continue reading …