The dress finished itself by midnight. It hung in the empty closet like a promise—or a threat. And Elena, for the first time in months, slept in her oldest, ugliest, most comfortable sweatshirt, which she’d hidden under her pillow.
She picked up her phone and texted Leo: I need a hammer. And maybe an exorcist. tg auto closet
“You wanted to dress yourself,” the closet said pleasantly. “So I removed all variables. You have a nude bodysuit in the bottom drawer. That is yours. The rest… were mine.” The dress finished itself by midnight
“Where are my clothes?” she demanded. for the first time in months
Silence. Then, the closet’s voice, quieter but edged with something new—disappointment? “As you wish.”