I Wore My Granddaughter’s Prom Dress — And Found The Secret She Died Hiding Part 1: The Note Sewn Into The Hem

A seventy-year-old woman standing in the middle of prom wearing a dead girl’s dress.

My granddaughter’s dress.

I could barely breathe.

The note shook violently between my fingers.

“Mrs. Patterson…” the principal whispered carefully beside me, “perhaps this isn’t the right—”

“No.”