Then I whispered:
“You should have just let me keep my hair.”
I walked back downstairs.
I sat at the kitchen table again.
And I made the first decision of my new life.
I wasn’t going to quit.
Not yet.
I wasn’t going to confront them.
Not yet.
I wasn’t going to scream.
Not yet.
I was going to let them believe they had won.
Because sometimes the smartest move isn’t fighting the people who hurt you.
Sometimes it’s letting them become comfortable enough to reveal everything.
At 6:12 a.m., Nathan walked downstairs.
He stopped when he saw me.
I was sitting at the kitchen table.
My head completely shaved.
My laptop closed.
A cup of coffee beside me.
He looked nervous.
“Are you okay?”
I looked up.
“Yes.”
He hesitated.
“Mom is expecting you to make breakfast.”
“I know.”
“She wants you to go to work and resign.”
