Nora woke up still in her sister’s dress. For one quiet second, she did not remember where she was. She looked at the ceiling, white, high, unfamiliar, and then it all came back at once, the way bad things always do. The wedding. The veil. The ring on her finger that she had not asked for and could not take off. She sat up slowly and looked around the room in the early morning light, and the room looked back at her with the blank patience of a place that had seen many things and intended to see many more. She had slept after all. She did not know when it happened. The dress was wrinkled now, the beading pressing small marks into her skin where she had lain on it. She stood and unzipped it carefully and stepped out of it and laid it over the chair in the corner. Then she stood in the middle of the room in her slip and looked at the empty wardrobe. All of her things were still at her mother’s house. She had come here with nothing, no bag, no change of clothes, nothing, because no
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