Were she not in a state of utter turmoil she might have questioned her and in her head she did, she wasn't sure what to believe and what not to but even if given absolute proof that the dress was a messy misunderstanding, the dread she felt was fixed. "What does it matter if I die anyway?" With her sister-in-law's hands on her face anchoring her in the present, she found herself wanting nothing more than to dissolve into nothingness, abandon her failing body and find a new one but if the magic existed for that it was far beyond her skill set.

A shooting pain caused her to double over and sob even harder. "I can't do this!"

---