When I finally staggered home, exhausted, I found Aidan furiously yelling at Cathy. The moment he saw me walk in, he froze.
I didn't even bother taking off my shoes. I walked straight to the couch, collapsed onto it, kicked off my shoes, and lay there, catching my breath. I was truly spent.
Even the short walk home felt like an eternity.
Aidan stormed over to me, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Why did you get out? And what did you do to your hair?"
I ran a hand through my newly cropped short hair, responding calmly, "You don't like it? It's practical. No more handfuls of hair falling out."
I knew Aidan hated short hair on women. As a former stylist, he never liked working with short hairstyles.
He used to adore my long, waist-length hair. But now, it was more like dry straw, brittle
