Shirley turned to the screen.
His face lost color.
Then another image appeared.
This time it wasn’t mom.
It was Shirley.
Inside my room.
With the closet door open.
I was holding my dress.
And I was taking pictures with his phone.
The murmurs started immediately.
“What…?”
Shirley looked desperately at Gary.
“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?
Gary remained calm.
Someone thought she deserved to know the truth.
My father was looking at the screen.
He seemed unable to move.
Shirley started talking quickly.
It is not what it seems!
No one answered.
“I just wanted to pay tribute.
I heard a woman say,
A tribute?
Another person murmured:
“Then why did you hide it?”
Shirley came down from the furious stage.
He came over to me.
“You did this.
I denied.
“No.
And for the first time that night I could look at her without fear.
You did this alone.
