CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

A BEEPING sound broke through the air, followed by an agile tap on the phone that subdued the alarm. Adda had been awake minutes earlier, unable to sleep while thinking about that day. It had probably been the only time she hadn’t needed an hour or two to fully process that she was awake. Her mind had been swirling with the same idea in her mind, scary and exciting anticipation.

“Today is the haircut day.”