Chapter 22

SOPHIE WESLEY

'Grandpa's birthday is tonight. Wear this. I'll come pick you up later'

I read the card, then looked at the dress lying on my bed.

Violet fitted gown... Ivy's favourite colour.

Anthony had sent it over.

My fingers tightened around the card until the paper crumpled.

Every birthday. Every gathering, and every occasion that required me to be presentable... Violet. Because Ivy loved it.

I'd worn it for years without complaint, always telling myself that it was nothing. It wasn't a big deal... But that person is no longer me.

I picked up the dress, carried it outside, and dropped it in the trashcan where it...