It was the way my husband told me not to ask why.
Emma was sitting on her bedroom floor beside the pale-pink dress Sophie had chosen for her.
« Can we return it? » she asked.
I looked at the dress hanging from her closet door.
« Can we return it? »
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Three weeks earlier, Sophie had held it against Emma in a fitting room and grinned.
« You’ll stand right beside me in every picture. »