Chapter 14 - Claire Learns to Wear Her Hair

My hair grew back slowly.
At first I wore scarves.
Then hats.
Then nothing.
One afternoon, I caught myself studying the uneven growth in a café
window.
A woman nearby said:
“I love your haircut.”
I almost told her the story.
Instead I said:
“Thank you.”
For months, my shaved head had felt like evidence.
Eventually it became hair again.
That mattered.
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Richard had wanted the mirror to humiliate me every morning.
I refused to let him own the reflection.