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.

wanted to kill you and make it look like a natural accident. Your husband ordered this dress specifically for you, correct?”

“Yes… but maybe it was the seamstress,” I said desperately, grasping at any alternative explanation. “Maybe Ms. Reed did something—”

“Why would a seamstress you barely know want to murder you?” Iris asked reasonably. “Does she continue reading …