My 16-Year-Old Daughter Stayed up All Night Sewing a Dress for Her Classmate The Next M0rning, the Girl’s Mother Asked, ‘Do You Know Why She Really Did It?’

The closet door hung open. Her sewing machine sat silent on the desk.

Then I noticed the window. It was cracked open an inch, and the curtain stirred in the wind.

The bed was empty.

I stepped closer. In the flower bed below, the chrysanthemums my late husband had planted were crushed flat.

She had climbed out.