The Telling by Melissa Fraterrigo

The Telling by Melissa Fraterrigo

The week of the Turnabout dance, I kept the dress on a hanger, displayed it in front of my closet like a black beacon. It was a simple black velvet cocktail dress with long sleeves and a deep V in the front and back. I’d ordered it from a catalogue and when I lifted it from its box, the soft panels of the skirt unfolded like wings and the tissue paper surrounding it make a shivery sound, like a secret whispered between hands. I put all my faith …