to the mirror until Ava said she was ready. One afternoon, three months after the salon incident, Ava asked to see the spot. Claire stood behind her while Marisol lifted the hair gently, and Ava looked at the pale new growth without crying.
“It’s smaller,” Ava said. Marisol smiled. “It is.” Ava touched the air near it, not quite touching her scalp. “Will it go away?” Claire answered honestly. “The hair will grow back. Some parts inside may take longer. But we’ll take care of those too.” Ava looked at her mother in the mirror and nodded like that answer was enough.
The criminal case took nearly a year. Daniel delayed, denied, and blamed. He claimed Claire had coached Ava. He claimed Marisol misunderstood what she saw. He claimed the word on Ava’s scalp could have been written by another child. But every version of his story collapsed under the
