Silence filled the room.
My sister Diane—Molly’s mother—walked in just in time to hear it. Her face drained of color. She didn’t yell or comfort her daughter. She simply called Amy.
When Amy confirmed repairs—if possible—would cost at least $6,000, Diane didn’t flinch. She looked Molly squarely in the eye and said, “You’re paying for it. Every cent. Out of your savings, your job, whatever it takes. This wasn’t an accident. It was disrespect. And you’re going to make it right.”
Molly screamed, cried, claimed it wasn’t fair. Diane stood firm. “You damaged something sacred. Now you fix it.”
We all know the gown will never be the same. Amy is trying to salvage what’s left—preserving at least part of Linda’s final gift. But no repair can restore the moment Sammy lost her mother’s last embrace.
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