My 17-year-old son shaved his head for his sick girlfriend – the next day, her mother said, “You need to come to the hospital and see what your son did.”
“Lily’s fine.” She paused, and I heard her breath shake. “Rachel, you need to come down here to the hospital and see for yourself what your son did. I don’t know how to feel about it. Please just come.”
The air left the living room. I gripped the edge of the counter.
“I should’ve warned you.”
“Done something how? Diane, talk to me,” I begged, feeling continue reading …
