“You want to get a snack before we hunt down a hairdresser with an opening?” Scott asked.
“We ate before we came!” Rayan grinned. “You’re hungry again?”
After they left the jewelry store they’d parked in a spot out of the way of foot traffic to get themselves put together. Rayan had been wearing a coat since they came inside, but he was getting warm, so Scott helped him take it off and he stowed it in the backpack hanging from the back of the wheelchair. Rayan still refused to take off the hat, and wasn’t quite looking forward to the haircut, since he wasn’t sure he was ready for someone else to see his scar. Never mind that it stopped scabbing up a week ago, never mind that Scott said it healed cleanly, or that it “didn’t look that bad,” it made him more self-conscious than his c
