Last weekend was Halloween. Adam and I, being homebodies, had a quiet night in. Becca, however, had plans for a massive college party. Unbeknownst to us, she had used her emergency spare key to let herself into our house earlier that day while we were out. She later admitted she was scavenging for a costume. In the guest room closet, she found the garment bag. She claimed she assumed it was just some old formal dress I didn’t care about.