Devin Haney Haircut Novels & Stories

We aren’t going to force the issue. When Devin finishes washing her, he takes her into his arms, turning her sideways on his lap with her head cradled in the crook of his arm. I grab a cup and some of the shampoo Charlie bought for her and slowly washes her hair. Devin’s hands move lightly up and down her arms, stomach, and legs, but the touch isn’t sexual. It is more reverent, as if he still can’t believe that she is really here. Clearing his throat, Devin says, “Tell us something about you, Arya.”