❝ –– 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.
Mason looked at her. “ are you sure about that because you don’t look alright? I know you may not want to tell me as I’m a kid, but you should really tell someone.
“I said I’m fine, and I’ll say it again. What makes you think I’m not?”