It was a Wednesday in May, 2009. It was in Inverness, the Scottish Highlands. I heard the faint sound of a hairdryer and clock ticking as I sat in the tiny staff room of my salon—across from him—in silence.
It was a Wednesday in May, 2009. It was in Inverness, the Scottish Highlands. I heard the faint sound of a hairdryer and clock ticking as I sat in the tiny staff room of my salon—across from him—in silence.