I pointed at my head.Anatomy
“Your mother shaved my head while I was sleeping.”
“I know.”
“And you’re worried about a fight?”
“She was trying to make a point.”
“A point?”
“Yes.”
I stared at him for several seconds.
Then I asked quietly:Pregnancy & Maternity
“What point did she make?”
Nathan didn’t answer.
Margaret did.
“That you are a wife first.”
I felt something crack inside me.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
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Just a tiny fracture.
The kind nobody sees until the entire structure eventually collapses.
I stood up.
My knees were shaking.
I walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
I looked into the mirror.
For a few seconds, I didn’t recognize myself.
One side of my head had been shaved almost to the skin.
The other side still had long black hair hanging past my shoulders.
My scalp was red.
