The world went silent.
Linda entering my bedroom.
Ryan standing in the hallway.
The clippers.
The blood.
The words.
Hair grows back. Learn to obey.
For the first time, my eyes filled.
Not because I was weak.
Because proof can feel like rescue.
I covered my mouth with one hand and looked away.
Sarah waited.
When I could speak, my voice was hoarse. “Send it to law enforcement.”
“I already did.”
That night, in temporary quarters on base, I sat on the edge of a narrow bed under a government-issued blanket and listened to the quiet.
No Linda in the hallway.
No Ryan opening doors without knocking.
No criticism disguised as concern.
