❝ –– 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 hate thinking that way about Betsey. She’s been through so much and I know it’s normal for her to act out sometimes. But she is driving me insane today.”
“Delia’s been the same, but she’s fifteen and she doesn’t have the same excuse. Sometimes I’m scared I’ll s n a p , and…” Teddy bit back her words, shuddering at the thought. “God knows how many times I’ve yelled at her and regretted it.”
