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I thought wearing my grandma\u2019s prom dress would help me say goodbye. Instead, the tailor uncovered something hidden in the hem\u2014a note that made me question everything she had ever told me.









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My grandma died on my nineteenth birthday. It happened the moment I ran in to show her the blueberry pie I had finally baked without her help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was sitting in her chair by the window, just like always. Same posture. Same blanket over her knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma?\u201d I stepped closer, my smile fading. \u201cHey\u2026 don\u2019t do that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I touched her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo. No, no, no\u2026 you\u2019re kidding, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t remember calling for help. I only remember sitting on the floor, clutching her sleeve, terrified that if I let go, she would vanish completely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

People came. Voices filled the house. Someone kept saying my name like I was far away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe\u2019s gone, honey,\u201d a woman said gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, she\u2019s just tired. She does this sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But she didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few hours later, I sat at the kitchen table with Mrs. Kline, our neighbor.
Her lilac perfume was so strong it made my head ache. She kept reaching for my hand, as if she needed to make sure I was still there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, Emma\u2026\u201d she sighed. \u201cI can\u2019t believe Lorna\u2019s gone. She was everything to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe still is,\u201d I said, staring at the pie I never got to show her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mrs. Kline dabbed her eyes. \u201cI remember when she brought you home. You were so small. Seven years old, holding onto her coat like you were afraid the world would take her too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI remember when she brought you home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt already took everything else,\u201d she added softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe never let you feel that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I let out a short laugh. \u201cShe didn\u2019t give me a choice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mrs. Kline leaned closer. \u201cAnd it was true. But now\u2026 things are different.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knew where she was going before she even said it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEmma, have you thought about the house? That place is a lot for one girl. Bills, repairs\u2026 you\u2019ve got your whole life ahead of you. College, work\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not selling it,\u201d I cut in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t say you had to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t have to. Everyone always means it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mrs. Kline sighed. \u201cYour grandma didn\u2019t leave you anything else, did she?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo. Just the house.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen it\u2019s okay to let it go,\u201d she said gently. \u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean you\u2019re letting her go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, it does,\u201d I snapped. \u201cThat house is all I have left of her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019d rather be stuck than alone,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That silenced her. My eyes drifted toward Grandma Lorna\u2019s room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mrs. Kline followed my gaze. \u201cYou\u2019ll need something to wear for the service. Formal, right? That\u2019s coming up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care about the formal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma would,\u201d she said softly. \u201cGo look through her things. Lorna had beautiful clothes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t like the way she said that, but I stood up anyway.



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Grandma\u2019s room felt colder now, like it had already forgotten her.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I opened the closet slowly, breathing in her familiar scent. For a moment, it felt like she was still there, about to scold me for snooping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, yeah, I know,\u201d I muttered. \u201cPrivacy is important.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pushed aside a few dresses, then froze. At the back was a garment bag I had never seen before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s new,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pulled it out and unzipped it carefully. Inside was a soft blue dress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo way\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lifted it, the fabric light in my hands, as if it didn\u2019t belong to that house at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is your prom dress\u2026\u201d I whispered. \u201cYou really kept it all this time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I held it up against myself in the mirror. It fit. Almost perfectly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Behind me, Mrs. Kline appeared in the doorway. \u201cOh, that dress.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve seen it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOnce,\u201d she said. \u201cA long time ago. She never let anyone touch it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m wearing this to the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mrs. Kline nodded quickly. \u201cIt\u2019ll need a little fixing, but I know the perfect man. Careful hands. Works with vintage pieces all the time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFine,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smiled, just a little too sweet. \u201cI\u2019ll write down the address. You\u2019ll like him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t notice how tightly she gripped the paper, or how the lilac scent seemed stronger when she leaned closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All I could think about was the dress. How wearing it might make it feel like Grandma wasn\u2019t really gone.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I had no idea it would be the first thing to prove I never really knew her at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The tailor shop downtown looked like it had been there forever. The faded sign, the dusty window, the bell that rang too loudly when I walked in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBe right there,\u201d a man\u2019s voice called from the back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stepped inside and immediately noticed the smell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fabric. Old wood. And lilac\u2014the same scent Mrs. Kline wore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s weird,\u201d I murmured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot really,\u201d the man said, stepping out and wiping his hands. \u201cHalf the women in this town smell like lilac. Guess it sticks to everything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He smiled. \u201cYou must be Emma.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I frowned. \u201cYeah\u2026 how did you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMrs. Kline called ahead. Name\u2019s Mr. Chen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI brought a dress,\u201d I said, holding it out carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Chen took it with both hands. \u201cWell,\u201d he said slowly, \u201cthis isn\u2019t something you see every day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt was my grandma\u2019s. Lorna.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He paused. \u201cLorna\u2026 Yeah. I remember her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou knew her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSmall town. You cross paths.\u201d He didn\u2019t look at me when he said it.



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I sat down while he examined the dress.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re wearing it to the service?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah. I figured\u2026 she\u2019d like that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSentimental. She always had a thing for holding onto the past.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That didn\u2019t sound like a compliment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe never even told me about it,\u201d I said. \u201cAbout prom or anything. It\u2019s not like her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Chen ran his fingers along the hem. \u201cPeople don\u2019t always tell the full story. Sometimes they edit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a weird way to put it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs it?\u201d He adjusted the fabric. \u201cYou live in her house now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a lot to take on at your age.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll manage,\u201d I said quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His fingers suddenly stopped. \u201cHold on.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My heart skipped. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere\u2019s something in the hem. That shouldn\u2019t be there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stood up immediately. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSometimes people hide things in clothing. Especially items they don\u2019t want found easily.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not funny.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not joking.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He reached into the seam and pulled out a small folded piece of paper, yellowed with age.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hands shook before I even touched it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat was inside?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStitched in. Very deliberately.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I unfolded it carefully. The paper felt fragile, ready to fall apart. I read the first line, and everything inside me dropped.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re reading this\u2026 I\u2019m sorry. I lied to you about everything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I whispered. \u201cThat\u2019s not her. That\u2019s not how she talks.\u201d I looked up at Mr. Chen. \u201cThis isn\u2019t her handwriting.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He tilted his head. \u201cGrief can make things feel unfamiliar.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t grief. This is\u2026 wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you sure you knew everything about her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The question hit harder than it should have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat is that supposed to mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust a question.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I grabbed the dress. \u201cI need to go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Outside, I leaned against the wall, clutching the dress. \u201cShe wouldn\u2019t lie to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Through the window, I saw Mr. Chen watching me. Like he had been waiting for this moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t remember how I got to Mrs. Kline\u2019s house. One minute I was walking, the next I was on her couch, clutching the dress like it was the only thing keeping me together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe lied to me,\u201d I said for the tenth time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, honey\u2026\u201d Mrs. Kline wrapped an arm around me. The lilac scent was suffocating. \u201cYou\u2019re in shock. Anyone would be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t just little things. It was\u2026 everything. My parents, our family\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSometimes people think they\u2019re protecting you,\u201d she said softly. \u201cBut it doesn\u2019t make it right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t even know who she was anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you want, you can stay here tonight,\u201d Mrs. Kline offered, almost too quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd about the house\u2026\u201d she added carefully. \u201cIf you really decide to sell, I could\u2026 try to buy it. I don\u2019t have much, but I\u2019d take care of it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t even think. \u201cYou can have it. I don\u2019t care about the money. I just want to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her lips curved slightly, but she turned away too quickly for me to read it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou can stay here tonight,\u201d she repeated.



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