❝ –– 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.
The ringing in her ears was all she could hear, pain splitting her mind in two. She knew the day was bound to come when the bullet finally shifted, but she’d never imagined it to be like this…
She never imagined that
it’d hurt so m u c h .
Tears were coursing down Delia’s cheeks as she pleaded for Teddy to open her eyes. She wasn’t ready to lose the only family she had, the one person who had always believed in her and loved her unconditionally, no matter what. No, God wouldn’t be as cruel as to take b o t h of her parents away from her. She’d prayed way too many nights and offered up far too much in exchange for her mother’s life.
“Why isn’t she waking up? What’s happening to her?” Delia begged the doctors for answers, refusing to go anywhere until she learned what she needed to know. “You have to save her. Please, you can’t let her die. It isn’t time for her to go yet. I haven’t even gotten to say g o o d b y e.”
Her body no longer hers, Teddy’s slight frame began convulsing; nocturnal demons had seized her limbs, and they sought to steal her away from her daughter. I’m not ready, Teddy sobbed silently. I’m not ready to die. But in that forsaken place between life and death, no one would ever hear her voice.
Delia, I love you. Please, I’m not ready to go.
Just let me say g o o d b y e . God, please,
she’s my daughter. I can’t die — not like this.