Right before my wedding day, I stopped by my future mother-in-law’s house. As I was leaving, I realized I had forgotten my cardigan

the storage box where I had placed my wedding dress. The gown lay folded in tissue paper, untouched by the day it was supposed to celebrate. It was still beautiful. That startled me. I wanted it to look false, to reveal itself as part of the trap, but objects are innocent. Fabric does not lie. People do.

I ran my hand over the tulle.

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