Then Martha cut my hair.
“After tonight.”
***
My best friend, Alicia, pulled me into the restroom and locked the door behind us.
She turned me toward the mirror.
My hair ended unevenly around my neck.
Two crushed flowers still clung near one ear.
I pulled them free.
“I want to go home.”
She turned me toward the mirror.
Alicia picked up my bag.
“If that’s what you want, I’ll get my car.”
I stared at myself.
Outside were my parents, our friends, our food, our music, and the man I’d just married.
Martha had already decided what happened to my hair.
I wasn’t letting her decide when and how my wedding ended too.
I stared at myself.
“No, wait.”
Alicia stopped.
“I want her gone.”
“Then tell her, Jill. Make her leave.”
Before we left the restroom, Nick appeared.
“Make her leave.”
He looked at my hair and went pale.
“I hated leaving you after that.”
“Then why did you?”
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