“Harlyn, darling, everyone's here so could you get into the part where you tell us what’s going on?” said my worried mother, sitting straight on the edge of the forest green couch in the living room.

My dad stood right behind her, one hand on her shoulder gently rubbing to probably ease her anxiety.

They weren't the only ones and until Tyler lazily strolled into the living room with a puzzling lack of hair on his head, did I speak up. “What happened to your hair?”

“Apparently I ...