Laughter chased me up the stairs.It floated after me from the dining room...thin, careless, distant—like the echo of a life I no longer belonged to."Evian!" my father’s voice thundered behind me, sharp with authority he no longer truly owned. "Come here this instant!"I didn’t slow down.I didn’t turn.My steps on the marble floor were steady, measured, final. Each one carried me farther away from them.The click of my bedroom lock was the most beautiful sound I had heard all night.Silence followed.Not the heavy, suffocating kind I had lived with for years, but real silence. The kind that wrapped around me gently, like a boundary no one else was allowed to cross.I stood there for a moment, breathing it in.I walked to my wardrobe, my fingers brushing past the dull, respectful fabrics I’d worn like a uniform since my mother’s funeral. Blacks, grays, high necks, long sleeves. A costume for a grieving ghost.At the very back, wrapped in protective cloth, was a dress.Emerald green,
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