“That’s impossible,” he said. “How could that happen? Are you sure it wasn’t some kind of accident? Maybe there’s an issue with the house wiring or something?”
His suggestion sounded ridiculous, but I was too distraught to argue. “I don’t know,” I said miserably. “Can you come home?”
“I’ve got a big meeting I can’t reschedule,” he said, sounding genuinely regretful. “But I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay? Try not to worry. We’ll sort this out.”
As I hung up, a nagging feeling settled in my gut. Something about this whole situation felt… off. And I was determined to find out what it was.
My mom arrived within the hour, and together we examined the dress, trying to make sense of the damage.
“It looks like it was done with an iron,” she said, her brow furrowed. “But who would do such a thing?”
I shook my head, feeling sick. “I don’t know. The only people who’ve been here recently are you and Jason.”
Jason was Adam’s best friend. He’d stopped by a few days ago to drop off some wedding planning stuff. But surely he wouldn’t…
“Let’s check the security cameras,” Mom suggested. “Maybe they caught something.”
I’d forgotten about the cameras Adam had installed a few months back. With shaking hands, I pulled up the app on my phone and started scrolling through the footage.
