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.

There was definitely something there—something thin and flat, sewn deliberately between the outer fabric and the silk lining.

My hands started trembling uncontrollably.

I sat on the edge of the bed, hugging the dress to my chest, my mind racing.

What should I do? Cut open the seam to see what was inside?

If there was nothing there, I would have ruined continue reading …