You know the pattern instantly.
The tiny embroidered flowers.
Your breath catches.
It is from your dress.
The world sways so suddenly that if Lara had not still been holding your hand, you might have sat back down without meaning to.
“I came to visit you at the market two months ago when Marco said he had to work late,” she says softly. “You remember I asked if I could use your restroom?”
You nod once, confused and trembling.
