I didn’t feel alone.
As we drove away, I looked down at my dress — the dress sewn from my father’s uniform.
Suddenly, I no longer saw fabric and stitches.
I saw love.
I saw sacrifice.
I saw the last promise of a father who never stopped protecting his daughter.
And back at the house, Camila finally understood something far too late:
The girl she mocked that evening…
Was the one person her husband loved and trusted most in the world.
