The Deadbeat Dad

Clara sat in the salon chair, draped in a cape, and discreetly averted her gaze. In the mirror, she spotted Dante walking by. She quickly lowered her eyes. "Shorter, please," Clara said in a calm tone before gently closing her eyes.

The only sound around her was the snip of the scissors held by the stylist. As Clara sat there, she felt an undeniable sense of peace. After five years, they had cross