I should probably get some sleep.
With a small sigh, I reached behind my back and unhooked the clasp at the top of the dress before finding the zipper.
It slid down a few inches.
Then stopped.
“Oh crap,” I whispered, my stomach instantly dropping.
Please tell me I didn’t just ruin Alisha’s dress.
Carefully, I tried tugging it again from a slightly different angle.
Nothing.
I pulled the zipper back up, hoping maybe it would reset itself somehow.
It didn’t budge.
“Come on…” I muttered under my breath, twisting slightly to see if I could reach the fabric better.
The zipper was definitely caught on something.
I tugged again, a little harder this time.
Still nothing.
Panic prickled up my spine.
Great. Just great.
I had managed to survive a house fire, lost almost everything I owned, and somehow the thing that was going to ruin my night was destroying one of Theo’s late wife’s dresses.
I carefully tried to work the zipper loose with my fingers, but the fabric refused to give. After another minute of struggling, I groaned quietly and dropped my hands.
I could not sleep in this dress.
And I definitely couldn’t live in it forever.
Which meant…
I had to ask Theo for help.
My stomach did a little nervous flip at the thought.
Still, I stepped out into the hallway. The lights were dim, but a soft glow spilled from beneath Theo’s bedroom door.
He must be in there now.
I hesitated outside the door for a moment, suddenly second-guessing the whole idea.
Maybe I could figure it out myself.
Maybe the zipper would magically free itself if I just… tried harder?
Yeah. That probably wouldn’t do anything.
With a quiet sigh, I knocked.