do?”
He rubbed one palm over his bare scalp.
“Linnea cried yesterday.”
I waited.
“She thought I had gone to the vending machine, but I came back early. She was in the bathroom holding a handful of hair. She kept saying she didn’t want me to see her like that.”
His voice became rough.
“I told her I didn’t care, but she didn’t believe me.”
“So you shaved your continue reading …