“She assaulted our son,” I said quietly. “That’s what it’s called when you physically restrain a child and do something to their body against their will.”
Brenda stood up, shaking. “I did not assault anyone! I gave him a haircut!”
“You held his hands while he cried and begged you to stop,” Mark repeated. “What would you call that?”
“I was trying to help him! He looked like a girl!”
“He looked like a boy who loved his sister,” Mark said. “And you couldn’t see past your own opinions long enough to understand that.”
Mark’s aunt spoke up. “Brenda, Lily had cancer. We all knew that. You knew that.”
“Of course I knew that—”
“And you didn’t think Leo’s hair might be connected to that?”
Brenda opened her mouth. Closed it. No words came out.
Mark pulled out his phone. “I also have documentation.
