His mouth trembled. “Grandma cut it, Mommy.”
Brenda stepped out from the driver’s side with the air of a woman delivering groceries.
“There,” she said, brushing her palms together. “Now he looks like a real boy. You can thank me later.”
I remember the rush of heat in my face and the cold in my hands at the same time. I remember asking her if she had lost her mind. I remember her rolling her eyes and saying I was being dramatic, that hair grew back, that someone had to do what was best for him.
I remember Leo flinching every time her voice got sharper.
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