On the day the file became a story in her head, Penny tucked it into the safe corner of her mind: the place she visited between cutting heads of hair and ringing up clippers’ attachments. She rehearsed the first line of the apology the way other people warmed up a guitar: “I left because I thought leaving would fix the parts of me that hurt you. It didn’t. It made them worse.” She added, carefully, “I’m asking for a second chance, not to erase the past but to make better use of the present.”