Maya stood between us, crying silently.
I looked at her uneven hair and finally understood.
“You cut it yourself?”
She nodded.
“At school?”
Another nod.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” I asked.
Her answer came in a whisper. “I thought you would say no.”
“We might have asked questions,” Felix said carefully. “We might have taken you to a salon so it could be done safely.”
“I wanted to do it today.”
“Why today?”
She glanced toward Liam’s note.
“Because they made him cry again.”
The words broke something open inside me.
Until that moment, I had been staring at what Maya had lost. I had not yet understood what she had been trying to give.
