It’s been a week since Raven left, and the weight of her absence clung to me like a shadow. I decided it was time for a change, a fresh start to chase away the blues. I walked into the salon, my heart racing with anticipation.
“Let’s do something bold,” I told the stylist, who nodded with a knowing smile.
As she snipped away my long locks, I felt lighter, as if each strand carried a piece of my sadness. The vibrant Silver that replaced my dull gray, ignited a spark within me. Looking in the mirror, I saw a new Michelle—strong, vibrant, ready to embrace whatever comes next.