I Made My Prom Dress From My Dad's Army Uniform in His Honor – My Stepmom Teased Me Until a Military Officer Knocked on the Door and Handed Her a Note That Made Her Face Turn Pale

By then, half a dozen people had turned to look. Someone near the punch table whispered, "She made that from her father's uniform?"

I braced for the worst.

Instead, someone started clapping. Then more joined in. The applause spread across the gym.

My friend, Sarah, found me in the crowd and grabbed my hand.

"You hear that? They love it. This is your night."

We danced, awkward at first, then free.

I braced for the worst.

***

Later, Brooks drove me home.

The porch light was still on.

Inside, Camila sat at the kitchen table with the attorney's papers spread in front of her. Two suitcases stood by the stairs. Lia's eyes were red, and Jen wouldn't look at me.

Camila's phone lay face up beside the papers, lighting up again and again with messages she wasn't answering.

Lia's eyes were red, and Jen wouldn't look at me.

On the table beside the papers was another envelope with my name in Dad's handwriting.

I saw it the moment I walked in earlier that night… but I couldn't open it yet. I wasn't ready then, but I was now.

"Chels, if you're reading this, it means you made it."

Love, Dad."

I pressed the note to my chest and looked around the quiet house.

For the first time since Dad died, this house was mine again, and so was my life.

"Chels, if you're reading this, it means you made it."