The Hidden Seam
At first I assumed it was a lump of thread. A sewing mistake.
But when I ran my fingers along the inside hem, I discovered a small hidden opening.
A secret seam.
My heart skipped.
Grandma had made this dress. Nothing about it was accidental.
Carefully, I slipped my fingers inside.
Something was there.
A folded piece of paper.
My hands began shaking.
I pulled it out. The paper looked old — not years old. Decades old.
I slowly unfolded it and read the first line.
“My dearest granddaughter, if you’re reading this, then you’re wearing the dress exactly as I hoped you would.”
The room disappeared around me.
I kept reading.
