I was not, whatever the tabloids said that morning, a woman with nowhere to go.

I was a woman with somewhere to go and a reason to walk in with my head up.

So I did not hide.

I drove to the best salon in the city, damp clothes and all, and I sat down in the chair, and I looked at the ruin of my hair in the mirror without flinching.

Chapter 12 — Take It All

“Take it all off,” I told the horrified stylist.