❝ –– 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.
“These threats are getting really old. You want my job, fine. I’m over these lectures anyway.”
“I’m sorry my concern annoys you, Amelia, but I’m not going to s t o p until you’re ready to get some help. I know you think I am, but I’m not out to get you — just trying to save you from yourself. It’s not a god complex or any of that bullshit — it’s my job as a doctor, and as your f r i e n d.”