She thought the red dress was rebellion. It was remembrance. Ethan had walked across that stage not to shock a crowd, but to stand in for a man he’d never met, wrapped in a promise made before he was born. The hidden pocket, the worn metal, the letters in her own forgotten handwriting—all of it pulled the past into the harsh light of a graduation spotlight.
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