**LILA POV**
I open the wardrobe looking for something else entirely.
A sweater. A hoodie. Anything soft enough to disappear into. My hand moves on autopilot, pushing hangers aside without really seeing what is there, my mind already elsewhere, already tired.
Then my fingers stop.
They lock around the hanger before I understand why.
The dress is still there.
Hanging exactly where I left it.
Not shoved to the back. Not hidden behind heavier clothes. Not folded away in some symbolic attempt at moving on.
Waiting.
My chest tightens so fast it steals my breath. I stand there longer than I should, staring at it like it might speak first. The room feels smaller all of a sudden, like the walls have leaned in to watch me react.
I thought I had dealt with this. I thought I had already sur
