Penny finds that the dress her daughter spent months knitting is ruined on the morning of her wedding.

She has to decide whether to face the past or safeguard the future as time is running out and guests are downstairs. This is a subdued tale about love, sabotage, and the bonds that unite us.
None of the twenty-three individuals in my home that morning saw my daughter sobbing in the laundry room.

Lily was squatting next to the dryer, knees pulled to her chest, face buried in the sleeve of her sweatshirt, and I just discovered her by chance.

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