Kessa It was a new day. I had put everything behind me, or rather, so I had thought. "You look beautiful in this yellow gown." My mother's voice came from the sitting room entrance as I descended the staircase, and I paused briefly on the last step to acknowledge it. It was nothing serious, a pale yellow dress that fell all the way to the floor, simple and clean in its construction. But the color was deliberate. My father had hated yellow for reasons he had never explained and had never needed to explain because in this house, his preferences had always been enough of a reason on their own. I was going to visit him this morning, and if there was a small, uncomplicated satisfaction to be found in wearing the exact color he despised to do it, I was going to take it. "Thank you, mother." I came off the last step. "Is father around?" It was still early, the kind of morning that hadn't fully decided what it wanted to be yet, the light pale and uncommitted through the windows. I doub
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