“Your hair’s growing out.”
The blood shifts from red to brown under my fingernails.
There are pink, raised bite marks where his sneer met my skin.
This is business.
This is the night shift, and it’s over early.
“Your hair’s growing out.”
The blood shifts from red to brown under my fingernails.
There are pink, raised bite marks where his sneer met my skin.
This is business.
This is the night shift, and it’s over early.