“I knew you’d freak out a little.”
“A little? Honey, your hair! Why?” I stepped closer, reaching up before I could stop myself, my palm finding the cool, strange skin where his curls used to be.
“What did you do?”
Aaron didn’t pull away. He just watched me with those steady brown eyes that had always seemed older than his years.
“Mom, Lily is losing hers in clumps now,” he said quietly. “She tried to laugh about it last week, but I caught her crying in the bathroom when she thought I’d gone to get coffee.”
My throat tightened. I lowered my hand.
“I just,” he went on, “I wanted her to know that beauty isn’t in her hair. And that she doesn’t have to go through any of this alone. If she’s gonna look like this, then I will too. That’s all.”
I couldn’t speak for a moment.
Aaron didn’t pull away.
I just looked at my teenage boy, who’d somehow figured out something most adults spend a lifetime trying to learn.
“You’re a good kid, Aaron,” I finally said, my voice catching. “You’re a really, really good kid.”
He shrugged, as if he wished I wouldn’t make a big deal of it.
“I’m gonna head to bed. Long day tomorrow.”
“Are you seeing her after school?”
“Yeah. Coach gave me the afternoon off from practice.”
I watched him climb back upstairs, and I just stood there in the middle of the living room, blinking at the laundry on the floor.
“Are you seeing her after school?”
I felt full to bursting with so much pride!
It was one of the sweetest things I’d ever seen him do.
I thought that would be the end of it. I really did.
***
The next afternoon, I was sitting in the living room, drafting an email I didn’t want to write, when my phone buzzed against the granite countertop. Diane’s name lit up the screen. I smiled before I answered. I figured she’d already seen Aaron and was calling to tell me how sweet he was.
It was one of the sweetest things.
“Hey, you,” I said warmly. “Did he get there yet? I should’ve warned you. I almost dropped a basket of clothes when I saw him. How is Lily…?”
“Rachel,” Diane cut me off quickly, her voice flat and tight. Not like the Diane I knew. My heart beat faster.
“Di? Is everything okay? Is Lily?”
“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 panicked.
“Just come. Please. I can’t do this on the phone.”
The line went dead.
I stood there with the phone still pressed to my ear, my mind already racing through every version of what could have gone wrong in a hospital room. I grabbed my car keys without my coat.
The whole drive over, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking against the steering wheel.
“I can’t do this on the phone.”
***
