After Griffin and Angela packed their suitcases in silence, they carried them out to the car and loaded the trunk. Suddenly, Angela remembered her wedding dress, still hanging on the back of the bathroom door. “Wait,” she told Griffin, thinking she would go back and get it, but seized by a dark cloud of dread, changed her mind. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t look at the fine lace and delicate fabric , once a symbol of her highest hopes, but now a painful reminder of how quickly the ...