A strand of blond hair fell in front of my eyes. Annoyed, I undid my hair clip and pushed the strand back in place.
“It’s very odd,” my husband commented, putting his pen down on his signed paperwork. His thick curly hair was closely shaved now.
“You prefer long hair brunettes.”
“Your safety is more important.” He came to stand behind me, and massaged my tense shoulders. “It’s the right thing to do,” he murmured.
I took a deep breath, signed my deposition and handed it to the agent. In exchange, she gave me a passport with my new name.
This is a drabble for Monday’s prompt.