The principal called while I was standing at the sink, rinsing out Letty\u2019s cereal bowl and trying, once again, not to look at the empty hook where Jonathan\u2019s keys still should have been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPiper?\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His voice was too tight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hand slipped. The bowl cracked against the sink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs Letty okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe\u2019s safe,\u201d he said quickly. Too quickly. \u201cBut six men came into the office asking for her by name. My secretary thought we needed security.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a second, I couldn\u2019t breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Three months earlier, another careful male voice had called to tell me my husband was gone. Ever since then, fear had lived inside me like something permanent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho are they?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey said they\u2019re from Jonathan\u2019s old plant. Letty heard his name and refused to leave the office. Piper, everyone\u2019s upset. You need to come now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then he hung up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stood there staring at the phone while water ran over my fingers and into the sink. Letty\u2019s backpack was gone. Jonathan was dead. And grief had taught me one thing very well: it never waited politely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The night before, I had found my daughter standing in the bathroom barefoot, holding kitchen scissors in one hand and a ribbon-tied bundle of hair in the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her hair had been chopped to her shoulders, uneven and jagged, and her chin trembled when she looked at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLetty\u2026\u201d I said carefully. \u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be mad.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying very hard to start somewhere before mad.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That got the smallest breath of a laugh out of her, but her eyes filled anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a girl in my class named Millie,\u201d she said. \u201cShe\u2019s in remission, but her hair still hasn\u2019t grown back right. Today some boys laughed at her in science. She cried in the bathroom, Mom. I heard her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she lifted the ribboned ponytail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI looked it up. Real hair can go into wigs. Mine won\u2019t be enough by itself, but maybe it can help.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My throat tightened instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jonathan had lost his own hair in clumps on the pillowcase. Letty had watched all of it happen. She had never forgotten. Neither had I.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know it looks awful,\u201d she muttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLike you picked a fight with hedge clippers and barely survived,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She laughed once through tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWas it stupid?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stepped forward, took the scissors from her hand, and pulled her into my arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I whispered. \u201cNot even a little. Your dad would be so proud of you. I know I am.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She cried against my shoulder, then leaned back and wiped at her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan we fix it? I look like a founding father.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An hour later, we were at Teresa\u2019s salon. Letty sat under a cape while Teresa studied the damage with the weary look of a woman who had seen too many children with too much initiative.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Luis came in halfway through, stopped short when he saw the ponytail on the counter, and asked, \u201cWhat happened here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before I could answer, Letty said, \u201cA girl in my class needs a wig.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He looked at her properly then, really looked, and smiled softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s Jonathan\u2019s girl,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Letty sat a little straighter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou knew my dad?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEight years,\u201d Luis said. \u201cWorked with him every day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She touched the blunt ends of her hair. \u201cWould he have liked this haircut?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Teresa snorted. \u201cNo decent man would support a bathroom haircut.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMama,\u201d Letty groaned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut,\u201d Teresa added, gentler now, \u201che would\u2019ve loved the reason.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Luis nodded. \u201cYour dad hated seeing people suffer alone. Couldn\u2019t stand it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By the next morning, Teresa had fixed Letty\u2019s hair and matched her donation with hair already set aside for pediatric wigs. The wig was ready before school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the drive there, Letty held the box in her lap and asked, \u201cDo I look weird?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou look like yourself,\u201d I said. \u201cJust with less maintenance.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That got a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she looked down at the box. \u201cDo you think Millie will wear it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I said honestly. \u201cShe might. She might not. But either way, she\u2019ll know someone saw her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Two hours later, the principal called.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By the time I reached the school, my palms were damp on the steering wheel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mr. Brennan was already outside the office waiting for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d I asked. \u201cWho are these people?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey came in all at once, wearing plant jackets, asking for Letty by name,\u201d he said. \u201cMy secretary panicked. Then I did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy is my daughter with them?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His expression shifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause the moment they said Jonathan\u2019s name, she asked to stay.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then he opened the office door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I saw inside nearly took my legs out from under me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Letty stood by the window with both hands covering her mouth. Millie sat beside her, wearing the wig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On her thin face, it looked beautiful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Millie\u2019s mother stood behind her, crying into a tissue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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