Day 74I’VE DONE THIS countless times before. Dress in fancy clothes. Paint my face. Ensure not a wisp of hair is out of place. But this time is different because when I shed my skin, my future will be changed forevermore.
Once this silken garment pools at my feet, will it mean I am free? Or will the outcome have me wishing to never disrobe again?
Sara arranges the tiara in my once again long hair, thanks to the extensions she painstakingly clipped in. “You didn’t have to put in the extensions. I’m happy with the way my hair is.”
I peer at Sara’s reflection in the mirror I’m sitting in front of, wondering what’s going through her mind. She’s a lot quieter than usual.
“But thank you, Sara. Thank you for everything.” I reach for her wrist as she adjusts the hairpiece. “I suppose our hair
