❝ –– 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.
“Fine, whatever. I’m going, but this isn’t over,” Delia huffed, casually walking out to the car like it wasn’t all that big of a deal. At least until she was completely out of her friends’ sight. “Why do you always insist on treating me like an irresponsible five year old?”
“Because you always insist on acting like one!” Teddy hissed, slamming the car door more forcefully than she intended to. “When we get home, I want you to go straight to your room and bring me your phone and your laptop. Don’t think you’re getting them back any time soon.”
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