And they did it with a smile, every month, for four years.

Chapter 9 — She Sold Her Hair

So my wife, trapped between a deadly disease and a cruelty I still cannot fully comprehend, did the only thing she could think of to save her own life.

She cut off her hair.

Her long, beautiful hair, the hair I had loved.

She cut it off herself, with a pair of kitchen scissors, alone in that storage room.