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.

imagined it.

In the lining near the side seam at the waist, there was a small but definite irregularity, as if something had been sewn between the layers of fabric.

My heart began to pound.

I set the dress down carefully and walked in circles around my bedroom, clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

This is foolish, I told continue reading …