Three Times I Almost Returned It
After Amparo left, doubt moved into the house.
It followed me everywhere.
Into the kitchen.
Into the bedroom.
Into my thoughts.
Three separate times, I placed the dress back into its garment bag.
Three separate times, I picked up my car keys intending to return it.
Each time, I stopped.
The first time, I imagined strangers whispering at the wedding.
Look at her.
