“Don’t worry, Nina,” he says. “I’m going to let you out. I promise.” I let out a breath. “Just not yet,” he adds. “You have to learn the consequences of what you’ve done.” “What are you talking about? Consequences of what?” “Your hair.” His voice is filled with disgust. “I can’t have my wife walking around like a slob with dark roots showing.” My roots. I can’t believe he was that upset over it. I mean, it’s just a few millimeters of hair. “I’m so sorry. I promise, I’ll make an appointment with the hairdresser right away.” “That’s not enough.” I press my forehead against the door. “I’ll go
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