For several seconds, all I could do was stare.
“Aaron,” I finally whispered. “What happened to your hair?”
He rubbed his palm across his bare scalp and gave me a nervous smile.
“I knew you’d be surprised.”
“Surprised?” I stood and walked toward him. “You had a full head of hair this morning.”
I reached up before thinking and gently touched his scalp. The skin felt cool beneath my palm, so different from the thick dark curls I was used to brushing away from his eyes.
“Why did you do this?”
His smile disappeared.
“Lily’s hair is falling out in handfuls now.”
My hand dropped to my side.
Aaron looked toward the floor.
“She keeps pretending she doesn’t care. Last week she even joked about it. But later, I found her crying in the bathroom. She thought I had gone downstairs for coffee.”
My chest tightened.
“She didn’t want anyone
