*Ada*
Audrey moves gracefully through the closet. She lifts dresses and holds them up to me before putting them back and doing it again. Her hand lands on my yellow dress, and her head tilts in question.
“I didn’t get this,” she says.
“Calvin brought it from my pack,” I say softly, embarrassed. It doesn’t belong here among the expensive items she bought me.
“Do you like it?” she asks.
I shrug. “It was my favorite. My brother told Calvin, so he brought it here.”
Audrey smiles. “He’s more thoughtful than most people notice. So is it truly your favorite dress, or just your favorite of what you had?”
“Favorite of what I had,” I say softly. “My father wouldn’t let me wear a lot of things.”
“Do you truly like yellow?” she asks.
I nod. “I do. I like flowers, too.”
“How do you fe
