I called her. No answer. I texted. Nothing. I even tried my mother-in-law, but she didn’t pick up either. Fueled by a growing sense of violation, I drove to her dorm, but she wasn’t there.

Hours later, my phone finally rang. It was Becca.

“Oh, yeah! I borrowed that white dress from the garment bag. Hope you don’t mind! It was just hanging there, and I needed something for a costume.” Her voice was breezy, completely oblivious