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.

my temples that threatened to split my skull.

This couldn’t possibly be an accident.

Someone had deliberately sewn this substance inside the lining of my dress.

Mark.

Mark had done this—or he had paid the seamstress to do it for him.

But why? What was this powder?

I stumbled to my nightstand, picked up my phone with hands that shook so badly I could barely continue reading …