The Daughter Under the Bed

Summary

There were three built-in closets in our hallway.

The largest was packed with Mike’s limited-edition sneakers and designer streetwear.

The middle one was draped in Coral’s pastel chiffon dresses and lined with collectible porcelain dolls.

The smallest one held my faded school uniforms and a handful of washed-out cotton tees.

Then, one Tuesday afternoon, I came home to find my closet completely bare.

My mother stood in the hallway, casually smoothing a piece of lint from her sleeve. "Oh, Coral had another delivery arrive today. Her dresses were getting wrinkled, so I borrowed your space."