pressed against her stomach. A bright scarf covered part of her head, but loose strands of hair rested against her pillow.
Aaron’s head was still completely bare.
But he was no longer the only one.
Behind him stood nearly the entire soccer team.
Every boy had shaved his head.
Some had neat, smooth scalps. Others had uneven patches where they had clearly attempted the job themselves. One boy still had a narrow strip of hair above his ear that everyone kept pointing at and laughing about.
Coach Daniels stood among them, also bald, rubbing the top of his head dramatically.
Two teachers were there as well.
Even the young hospital chaplain had joined them. He stood near the window, smiling as he ran a hand across his freshly shaved scalp.
For a moment, I could only stare.
Nurse Maria held up her phone.
“You should see the recording,” she said.
