It was such a tiny sound at first, but Olivia reacted like someone had pressed fire against her skin.
“No!” she screamed, throwing both hands over her hair. “Mom, please, no!”
Every woman in the salon turned to stare.
I stood up immediately. “Liv, sweetheart, it’s okay. Clara’s only trimming the tangled ends.”
Olivia shook her head so violently her chestnut curls whipped across her cheeks. “No! Daddy won’t know me!”
Clara froze, scissors suspended in midair.
My throat tightened instantly.
My husband, William, had been dead for three years. Marriage
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