Skip to content She laughed.
She teased Ethan.
She loved red.
She stole flowers from hospital gardens.
She loved us.
And somehow—
on Ethan’s graduation day—
she had walked into Willowcrest High School with him.
PEOPLE WOULD REMEMBER THE RED DRESS
They would remember the flower.
They would remember the boy who crossed the stage while people laughed.
But that was not what mattered most to me.
What mattered was what I had almost stopped.