She almost disappeared when she walked in. Years of erasing herself had taught Rita how to apologize with her posture, her voice, even her shadow. But the salon felt wrong in a way that scared her—soft, patient, almost holy. When the stylist asked, “What makes you feel most like yourself?” something cracked open insi… Continues…
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