Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

Jane whispered, her voice a soft, halting murmur.

She clutched her leather notebook against her ribs with her left hand while her right hand reached into the small pocket near the collar. Her fingers caught on a small piece of stiff paper.

“Look here,” Jane said, pulling a tiny white card from beneath the seam.

It was pinned to the inside continue reading …