The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

That was enough.

EPILOGUE — WHAT THEY COULDN’T TAKE

The night Evelyn cut my hair, she believed she was teaching me obedience.

Julian believed letting her do it would restore some balance he thought my success had stolen.

They both misunderstood the problem.

My hair was never the source of my strength.

Neither was my rank.

Neither was my salary.

Those things could change.

Hair grows.