Scene Five — The Archive Rows of boxes, each labeled in Sophie’s neat hand, hold pieces that have been worn once, twice, or never. She lifts a frock from its tissue like lifting a history: a cuff frayed from a hundred embraces, a stain that lightened only with sunlight and time. She runs a finger along a hem where a hand once hurried and paused. The collection is a conversation between what was stitched and what was lived; garments keep the echoes of their wearers.