“Why is your wedding dress on fire?” Martin stood in the backyard, watching the flames turn the white fabric into orange and incandescent red and black and grey. The dress shrunk slowly, as if it was alive, almost hurting.…
For a moment, she wondered if the woman from Elena’s dream could appear to her at night, too. She had so many wishes. She wished her grandmother could remember her again. She hoped the other girls could stop calling her names behind her back. She prayed for Elena…
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