only when Carla was out or locked in her room.
Noah dragged Mom’s old sewing machine from the laundry closet and set it up on the kitchen table. He cut and stitched while I helped pin the fabric.
At one point I laughed and said, “You’re bossy.”
He grinned without looking up.
Working on that dress felt strange and comforting at the same time. It felt like continue reading …