Her Hair Was Cut
When Sarah exposed her head, Carl noticed that her beautiful, shiny black hair and scalp were in clumps, giving off a strangely brutal blackness. Her breath caught in her throat as she took her daughter in her arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
He patted the poor cut on the head, trying to calm him down. Who had done this to his precious messenger? Who could be so cruel?
Who Did This?
When Sarah’s cries finally slowed to a choking halt, Carl bent down so he could look into her eyes. If these were the bullies she thought were targeting Sarah, she didn’t know what to do.
Guilt and shame washed over him, knowing he had neglected one of his responsibilities to keep Sarah safe. “Who did this, Sarah?” He took her hands in his and whispered. Sara’s response sent shivers down her spine.
