I was still sitting on the floor, crying, when my door creaked open.
“Megan? Sweetheart? No one was answering the door, so I let myself in.”
It was my grandma—my mom’s mom. She had come early to see me before prom.
She rushed upstairs and stopped cold when she saw the dress.
“Oh no,” she whispered.
I tried to speak, but all I could do was sob.
“She destroyed it, Grandma. She actually destroyed it.”
Grandma knelt beside me, lifting the dress gently. She examined the damage, then looked at me with a fire I hadn’t seen in years.
“Get a sewing kit. And peroxide. We’re not letting that woman win.”
