Chapter 3
Noah let himself into the kitchen. “Is it too late for me to have a snack before dinner, Ma?”
“You can have an—oh my God, Noah. What did you do to your hair?”
He ran a self-conscious hand over his freshly shorn scalp. “I got it cut. Like it?”
“It’s…it’s so short.”
“Well, I thought it was time for a change.”
“But I thought you liked your hair the way it was.”
He shrugged. “It’ll be easier to take care of this way.” Truthfully, he preferred his hair long, but what was the point when there was no one (Gabriel) to run his fingers through it. “I’m sorry you don’t like it.”
“Noah. If this is how you want it…”
“It was just a spur of the moment thing. You know what a heat wave we’ve been having. I’ll let it grow out.”
She went to him and hugged him. “Are you sorry you broke up
