Chapter Sixteen
Toolas asked Gracie a million and one questions before helping her up and into the bathroom. Gracie decided she could happily spend the next year enjoying the warm spray of mist as it surrounded her. She washed her hair, which was growing like crazy.
Before the crash, she always kept it short as it was easier to manage, but for the past three years it was just as easy to pull it up and back or braid it. Now it hung down to her shoulder blades in thick waves of blonde with strands of auburn threaded through it.
Gracie’s eyes softened as she remembered her older sister always wishing she had the red highlights. A smile curved her lips as she remembered she and Violet using a red permanent marker once to color it. Her dad had been horrified when he saw his oldest daughter’s
