Lucy
I woke up in Yvonne’s office. For the first time since I’d woken up from being sick, I was alone. I stretched out on the bench with a deep sigh of contentment and sat up. It was probably the best sleep I’d had in a long time.
“Morning,” Yvonne greeted, coming down the hall. She was dressed in a robe and brushing her hair. “I usually don’t pry, but your hair….”
I grimaced, eyeing the long curly hair over her shoulder.
“Do you maybe want some help with it? Maybe a haircut?”
I sat up straighter, filled with hope. “You’d… You’d really cut my hair for me?”
Yvonne chuckled. “If that’s what you want.”
I worried my lip, wondering what Matt and Tony would say, but then I thought about last night. Matt had pushed and pushed even though I said I didn’t want to. There was no way I could
