But nobody was laughing anymore.
The principal remained beside the stage, watching us.
Aaron handed me the note.
I could barely unfold it.
At the top, Mary had written my name.
My vision blurred before I finished the next line.
Aaron crouched beside my chair.
“Read it.”
I tried.
The words kept swimming.
Finally, Aaron placed one hand over mine and read quietly beside me.
Mary wrote that she knew she probably wouldn’t make it to graduation.
She hated admitting that.
She hated imagining Aaron crossing the stage without her.
But she didn’t want her absence to turn his graduation into another sad memory.
Then I reached the part that broke me.
Mary wrote that the red dress was supposed to be part of one of the happiest days of her life.
If she couldn’t wear it, she didn’t want it hanging untouched in a closet like something everyone was too afraid to remember.
