I remembered Max telling me five years ago that green made me look like a cook in a hospital cafeteria.

I unbuttoned the green dress and dropped it onto the chrome hanger on the wall hook.

“Are you okay in there, Mom?” Lily asked from the ottoman.

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice muffled by my sweater as I pulled it back over my head.

I picked up the third dress, a simple navy shift that cost ninety-five dollars on the clearance rack.

It hung from my shoulders like a dark sack, hiding everything from my neck down to my knees.