CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Flattened Hair, Deflated HeartsA hush followed Bronwyn’s exit. An engine started in the distance and a vehicle sped away on the quiet street. Lacey retrieved Ronnie’s keys and placed them on the kitchen counter after peering from behind the curtains. “I don’t think she’s blocked anyone else in,” she concluded. “She arrived first.”
Kit retrieved her scattered thoughts and lifted Danni’s ponytail. “I’m cutting now,” she warned, not wanting to lose a finger if the woman hadn’t realised. The room buzzed with the group’s speculative chatter, so she abandoned her attempt to instruct them on the finer points of Unicorn Cuts. Her fingers melded with Ronnie’s scissors, snipping and blunting Danni’s ends until the layers stood like regimental soldiers between her first two fing
