OVER THE SHOULDER

HAKAN

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“Why is your hair red?” I asked after staring at her in shocked silence for several seconds.

For some reason, that was the thing that stood out most to me. In all my time of searching for her, I never thought she would change her features, like dye her hair or wear contacts. I just never imagined what her reason for doing that would be. She was looking for her sister, she wasn’t a criminal who needed to hide their true identity in order to escape law enforcement. What if I haven’t found her for so long because I’ve just been on the lookout for anyone who looked how she looked the last time I saw her, an olive skinned brunette with amber eyes.

She may have passed by me on the street and I wouldn’t have paid attention because her hair was a different colour and my brain was programmed to look for brunettes. Though to be fair, this was a different state in the country, one I don’t come to often, so the chance of walking past her on the street was less than ten percent. Yet, of a