Jessa

By the time Cassie finishes with my hair, the sun has dipped low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow through the salon windows.

I can’t stop staring at my reflection.

The girl looking back at me doesn’t seem like… me.

The soft layers frame my face, bringing out my hazel eyes. My hair looks shiny and smooth, cascading over my shoulders instead of being piled into the same messy bun I’ve worn for years.

My throat tightens.

For so long, I’ve been used to hiding ...