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hands to the brim of her hat.
Something in my chest dropped before I understood why.
“Lily?”
She pulled the hat off.
For one second, my brain refused to make sense of what my eyes were seeing.
Her hair was gone.
Not cut into a bob. Not trimmed. Not tangled. Gone in chunks, hacked close to her scalp in places and left uneven in others. Sharp, jagged pieces continue reading …
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