I ran my fingers through my new hair and beamed up at Alejandro who kissed the top of my head again. We held off of washing my hair in the sink, Alejandro thought that it might be too much too soon and I was inclined to agree with him, though he did run the brush through and detangled the rest of the length that he kept.
Staring at the reflection in the mirror, I quickly realised that I didn't recognise who was staring back at me. My hair colour was the same vibrant ginger it's always been but my freckles were hidden behind bruising. I looked thinner, more gaunt and hollow under my eyes but I was clean. I didn't want to imagine how filthy I had been since I hadn't bathed while held hostage unless you can't water torture.
I made a promise to myself that I would find a way around the sho
