The morning of our 25th anniversary gala, I woke with my pillow covered in my own hair. Bald patches mapped my scalp. My shampoo had been tampered with. The culprit: Brin, the maid I’d rescued…
I woke up on the morning of my 25th anniversary gala and reached across the sheets to find Carlton’s side of the bed already cold. When I ran my fingers through my hair, they came away thick with chestnut strands. My pillowcase was covered in hair. I stumbled to the bathroom mirror. Irregular bald patches … Read more