One of his curls.
The rest was gone.
In its place was a rough, uneven buzz cut that looked like it had been done out of anger, not care.
I just stared at him, unable to process what I was seeing.
“Leo… sweetheart… what happened to your hair?” I asked, kneeling down.
He looked up at me with swollen red eyes. “Grandma cut it, Mommy.”
Brenda got out of the car as calm as could be, brushing off her hands like she’d just finished a chore.
“There,” she said. “Now he looks like a real boy.”
Something snapped inside me.
“You took my son out of school without my permission and cut his hair?”
“Oh, don’t be dramatic, Amy. It’s just hair. It’ll grow back.”
“You lied to his school. You told them there was a medical emergency.”
“Well, there was. He looked ridiculous. That needed to be
