The Night Before My Birthday, My Late Father Came to Me in a Dream and Said, “Don’t Wear the Green Dress.” The Next Morning, I Saw It — and Realized He’d Been Right to Warn Me.

One thought spun endlessly in my head, impossible to dismiss.

The dress. Dad’s warning. The dress. The warning.

My phone rang suddenly, making me jump so violently I nearly dropped it. Ms. Reed’s name appeared on the screen.

“Mrs. Sutton, good afternoon,” came the seamstress’s pleasant, professional voice. “I’m just about to head your way with the dress.continue reading …