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Upstairs, I slipped into my room and shut the door. My hands shook as I buttoned the bodice, the sash made from Dad’s service tie feeling heavier than ever. I pinned his silver pin, the one from basic training, at my waist and stared at my reflection.
For a second, I hesitated. Was I about to make a fool of myself?
I slipped into my room and shut the door.
Downstairs, laughter rolled through the house. I could hear Jen saying, “She’s probably wearing something she found at Goodwill.” Her voice carried straight up the staircase.
Lia chimed in. “Or something she pulled out of the donation bin behind the church.” Both girls laughed.
I forced myself to breathe. I had to do this. I opened my door and started down the stairs. Jen’s mouth fell open.
“Oh my God, is that…?’”
Lia blinked, then snorted. “You made your dress out of a uniform? Are you serious right now?”
Both girls laughed.
Camila’s eyes narrowed. “You cut up a uniform for that? Lord, look at you, Chelsea.”
“I didn’t cut it up. I made something out of what he left me.”
Camila laughed. “He left you rags, Chelsea. And it shows.”
Jen shook her head. “What, working at the diner wasn’t enough for a real dress?”
“It looks like you’re wearing something from the dollar-store,” Lia added. “Although, that’s totally your style.”
I blinked hard, willing the tears not to come.
“He left you rags, Chelsea. And it shows.”
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, three loud knocks, cutting straight through their laughter. Camila groaned.
“Probably someone complaining about your parking again, Chelsea. Go answer it.”
I tried, but my legs wouldn’t move.
Camila sighed, brushed past me, and opened the door.
A military officer in full dress uniform stood on the porch. Next to him was a woman in a dark suit, holding a briefcase. Both looked solemn.
“Are you Camila, ma’am?” the officer asked, voice calm but commanding.
My legs wouldn’t move.
She straightened. “Yes. Is there a problem?”
The officer glanced past her, meeting my eyes. He softened, then turned back. “We’re here on behalf of Staff Sergeant Martin. I have a letter to deliver, by his instructions, on this date. This is Shinia, our military attorney.”
My stomach dropped.
The woman stepped forward, opening the briefcase. “There are additional documents regarding the house. May we come in?”
Camila faltered but stepped aside, suddenly unsure. The officer and the attorney stepped inside. The house, so loud seconds ago, was silent.
“Yes. Is there a problem?”
Jen whispered, “What’s going on?”
The officer turned to me. “Chelsea, your father left instructions for tonight.”
He handed Camila an envelope. She tore it open, hands shaking, and read aloud:
“Camila, when you married me, you promised Chelsea would never feel alone in her own home.
If you broke that promise, you broke faith with me too.
This house belongs to my daughter. You were only ever allowed to live here while you cared for her.”
If you’ve mistreated her in any way… she has every right to kick you out.”
Camila’s voice cracked on the last line.
“What’s going on?”
“I have been mistreated,” I said quietly.
Shinia looked me in the eye and nodded slightly.
She stepped forward. “Sergeant Martin placed the house in trust for Chelsea. That condition has been violated. The house reverts fully to Chelsea as of tonight. You and your daughters will receive formal notice to vacate.”
Camila sank into the nearest chair. Jen stared at the floor. Lia looked like she might cry.
I felt frozen, the moment too big to grasp. I looked down at my dress, Dad’s jacket, every stitch mine. I heard his words again: “Wear it like you mean it.”
The officer’s eyes were kind.
“Wear it like you mean it.”
“Chelsea, there’s a car outside. Sergeant Brooks wanted to escort you to prom, per your father’s request. Go enjoy your night, we’ll talk about the trust tomorrow.”
I grabbed my purse and followed the officer outside. Sergeant Brooks stood by Dad’s old Chevy, freshly washed. He gave me a sharp salute, then grinned.
“Ready to go, little ma’am?” he asked, opening the door for me. “I’ve never seen a dress like that before.”
I nodded, tucking my skirt carefully as I got in. My heart was racing. “I… I think so.”
Brooks closed the door and slipped behind the wheel. “You did good, kid. Martin would’ve burst his buttons if he saw you tonight.”
“I’ve never seen a dress like that before.”
I tried to laugh, but my voice wobbled. “He always said he’d teach me to drive in this car. Guess you’re stuck with me instead.”
Brooks smiled. “Hey, I’ll take it. Means I get to see the look on your classmates’ faces. Your father… honey, he would have loved to be here. I served with him for years.”
As we pulled away, I glanced at the house. The porch light glowed over Camila, Lia, and Jen, silent, still, and for once completely out of words.
“Guess you’re stuck with me instead.”
