Agnes
I rushed to Thea, kneeling in front of her vanity. Her long, brown hair now had a jagged chunk missing from the left side.
“Oh, Thea,” I said softly, brushing away the tears that streamed down her face. I was careful not to sound angry or disappointed. “Why did you cut your hair, sweetheart?”
Her lower lip trembled as she held up the severed chunk of hair. “One of the other kids showed me a picture on her mom’s phone,” she said between sniffles. “It was of... of Olivia.”
I tensed at the name, but kept my expression neutral. “What about the picture?”
“She had hair just like mine.” Thea sniffled, dropping the cut hank onto the vanity. “Long with no bangs and a middle part. Now that everyone knows the truth about her, they’re making fun of me for looking like her.” H
