My Stepmother Bought Me The Worst Dress She Could Find For Prom—But By The End Of The Night, She Was Crying And Begging Me To Take It Off

my mother’s diaries in the attic.

The same attic where footsteps once echoed.

And I realized something important.

Alexis didn’t erase her.

She just hid her.

But truth doesn’t stay hidden forever.

It waits.

And eventually it comes back.