Ethan grinned.
“Please cut it. I’m tired of eating my own hair.”
The organization collected Ethan’s hair and sent it to the wigmaker. Over the following weeks, they worked on a custom wig, using Ethan’s donated hair alongside other matching hair.
They worked on a custom wig.
When it was finally ready and fitted, Ethan presented it to Lily.
She opened the box carefully.
“Is this really from yours?”
“Some of it. They had to add more.”
She touched the hair.
“You actually did it.”
“Is this really from yours?”
“Well, yeah. I looked ridiculous for months.”
Lily started crying.
Ethan froze.
“Wait. Is that bad?”
She shook her head.
“No, idiot.”
Then she hugged him.
Jacob, Lily’s father, stood nearby.
Lily started crying.
He thanked Ethan politely, but barely spoke to me.
Lily’s mother had died when she was young. Jacob had since remarried, but he and Lily’s stepmother were private, and I rarely spoke to either of them.
