Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

smelled of cedar and lavender at seven the next morning when Jane met me by the trunk. She was already kneeling on the floor, her fingers tracing the hem of the red silk dress. The morning sun came through the small window above the door, throwing long yellow rectangles across the oak floorboards.

“Look at this seam, Martha,” she whispered, her voice continue reading …