In my office, he stayed silent, the hat still on. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely audible. “Please don’t make me take it off.”
I pulled up a chair. “You know the rule,” I said gently. “But if there’s a reason, I’ll listen. I promise.”
I looked closer. His face was pale, drawn. There was more than embarrassment in his voice — there was shame. And something deeper.
“Jaden,” I said, “if you’re okay with it, I can help. I’ve cut hair before. We can even it out.”
He paused, then gave a small nod.Continue reading…