Evelyn set the phone down, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. What could possibly justify shaving Lily’s head without even consulting her? She glanced over at Lily, who was happily drawing at the kitchen table, blissfully unaware of the tension her altered appearance had caused.
As she flipped the pancakes, Evelyn tried to calm her racing thoughts. Michael’s voice had been different—there was a plea in it that planted a seed of doubt. Could there be more to this than a misguided attempt at fun? She couldn’t imagine what explanation could make up for the shock and confusion Lily must have felt.
After breakfast, Evelyn sat with Lily, running her fingers gently over the child’s smooth scalp. “Does your head feel cold, sweetheart?” she asked softly.
