When her breathing steadied, she checked the blocky blue numbers on her nightstand clock. The bodice and full skirt were stuffed with crumpled tissue to maintain the shape.
The illusion was merely her wedding dress, ensconced in plastic, hanging on the back of her closet door, where she’d placed it yesterday after picking it up from the bridal shop.
She let out a tight laugh as she realized she was safe. Then her vision adjusted to the grainy dawn light and the pounding of her heart softened. Nellie’s throat closed around a scream, and she lunged for the baseball bat leaning against her nightstand. But when she opened her eyes, a woman wearing her white, lacy wedding gown stood by the foot of her bed, looking down at her.
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