Samantha McKenna knew the moment she looked at her best friend's face that something had gone wrong. Terribly wrong.
"Lori," Samantha began, reaching up to touch her own hair. It felt like straw. "Please, give me the mirror."
Lori's eyes remained wide and fixed as she hid the hand mirror behind her back. "But it said to leave the highlighter on for forty-five minutes, didn't it?"
Panic began to rise in Samantha's throat.
"I don't know. You told me that's how long you left it on, and your hair looks great. The mirror, Lori. I need to know."
"Maybe we shouldn't have done it right after the perm....