“It’s cheaper than buying what’s fashionable at the store,” she’d say.
Wren’s brow furrowed as her hands moved across the uniform.
“I can turn this into a prom dress.” She looked at me. “But Mom, are you really okay with that?”
Honestly, part of me wasn’t. Being a police officer had meant everything to Matt, and his uniform was a reminder that he’d died doing a job that he believed in.
But my daughter was here; she needed this, and I knew that whatever she made out of Matt’s uniform would be beautiful.