Chapter 12

Clementine

I walked into the salon feeling a little nervous. A kind woman with blue-grey eyes smiled at me.

“Hi, I was wondering if I could book an appointment to cut my hair,” I rushed out. I felt the tears in the back of my eyes, and my lip started to wobble.

“Hi, honey! Of course, you can. I have time now if you want?”

“Oh yes! Please!”

“My name is Steph.” She offered her hand for me to shake.

I reached out and shook her hand. “Clementine. Clem.”

I studied Steph, who was middle-aged and reminded me so much of my mother. She had the same wheat-coloured hair and a short stature with a petite figure.

Steph led me to a chair and wrapped a black smock around my neck before running her fingers through my hair.

“What would you like done?”

“Just shorten it. It usually sits around my shoulders, but my mom got sick, and I got distracted.”

“Oh, honey! I’m so sorry.” She reached around and gave me a quick hug, her eyes tearing up ever so slightly before she continued to run her finge