The dress hangs in the back of her closet, longing to be forgotten. It had taken her weeks to pick out the dress for her cousin Jenny’s wedding a year and a half ago, and right before that casino thing in the warehouse, she couldn’t find anything to wear. There it was, in a heap under her bed. She had thrown it there after catching the bouquet and Roy simply saying, "Well, we know that whole bouquet wedding thing is a lie now." Somehow, that dress always brought her sadness. She told herself she would never wear it again because if she did, it would not disappoint.

"He’ll come back," she thinks.