The house changed after Dad married Camila.
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It was that night I decided I'd wear his uniform to prom. Not the way it was, but transformed, something new built from what he left behind. It felt like a secret between us.
For weeks, I worked in silence.
After scrubbing the kitchen floor and folding Jen's endless stacks of shirts, I'd retreat to my room and stitch under my desk lamp.
Sometimes, in the quiet, I'd whisper goodnight to Dad.
