❝ –– 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.
“We both know it doesn’t work that way. Life’s a bitch, and it always will be,” Teddy spat bitterly.
These days, Teddy had grown increasingly
resentful of the world going on without her.
She knew that clinging to the p a s t would
hinder before it helped, but she’d been so sad
for so long that she knew nothing else.
