Chapter 15 Small Rebellions
- Amelia’s POV
- I cut my hair on a Saturday morning, sitting in a cheap salon that smells like chemicals and new beginnings.
- “How much?” The stylist—Kara, according to her nametag—runs her fingers through my hair, assessing. It’s been growing for three years, down to the middle of my back because Daniel once mentioned he liked long hair on women.