“Tell me who did this.”
My voice rose despite my effort to stay calm.
Felix heard me from upstairs. He hurried down so fast that he nearly missed the final step.
“What’s wrong?”
Then he saw her.
The color drained from his face. His eyes moved from Maya’s ruined haircut to me and back again.
“Who cut her hair?”
Maya remained silent.
Felix snatched his keys from the table. “I’m going to the school.”
“It’s already closed,” I said.
“Then I’m calling Susan.”
He pulled out his phone.
“Wait,” I said. “We need to know what happened first.”
I placed my hands gently on Maya’s shoulders. “Was it the same children who used to pull your braid?”
She shook her head.
“Did someone threaten you?”
No answer.
“Did anyone trap you somewhere?”
Felix muttered something under his breath and began dialing.
“I’m calling the police.”
