❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“I can’t. I told Addison … that I needed her t’ not be great at ‘er job, ya know? When she got my IUD removed.
But she was perfect. An’ I got used to the idea of bein’ a mother.
Forgot to cancel my request t’ God. It’s what I asked, Teddy. A miscarriage is what I asked for.
So don’t tell me it’s not my fault.”
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You would n e v e r have wished your babies away, Charlotte. I know you, and you’d never, ever do something like that and mean it.❞
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You’re h u m a n. You’re not a monster.❞
Teddy said fiercely.
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And you can’t beat yourself up for the rest of your life over something you couldn’t possibly control! No m o t h e r asks for a miscarriage —— the fact that you’re feeling this was now just means you loved her . And you couldn’t wish away a person you loved, not really. ❞
