“Oh my God.”
Tessa looked away.
“What happened?”
“Mom—”
“Who did this?”
Her lower lip trembled.
“Please don’t freak out.”
“Tessa, you cried last year because I trimmed too much off one side. You wouldn’t even let me take an inch. Now all of it is gone.”
She wiped her face with her sleeve.
“Ask Grandma.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
“Just ask Grandma.”
“Did Grandma make you cut it?”
“No.”
“Did somebody do something to you?”
Tessa squeezed her eyes shut.
“I can’t tell you.”
My chest went cold.
“What
do you mean you can’t tell me?”
“It’s not only my story.”
That sentence scared me more than the haircut.
Ten minutes later, I was in my car.
I don’t even remember the drive to Nadine’s house.
I only remember knocking on her door so hard that my palm hurt.
When she opened it, I didn’t give her time to say hello.
“What happened to Tessa?”
Nadine’s face changed.
“You saw.”
“Of course I saw! She came home hiding under a hood like she’d done something terrible.”
“Marla—”
“Her hair is gone.”
“I know.”
“What did you do?”
Nadine stared at me.
