21 octobre 2026

My Son’s Best Friend Wore a Red Dress

« Mrs. Harris, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you before today. I just… I couldn’t. »

He unfolded the paper.

« It says, ‘Theo, if you’re reading this because I died, first of all, that’s embarrassing for me.' »

A ripple of laughter passed through the room.

Real laughter.

Painful, but real.

That sounded exactly like Jack.

Theo kept reading.

« ‘Second, you promised. Red dress. Don’t chicken out just because my relatives are judgmental.' »

Daniel made a sound beside me that was half sob, half laugh.

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