❝ –– 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.
“Tell me about it,” Amelia commiserated. “My parents walked into a dance, saw each other from across the room, and have been together ever since. I can’t even get more than a flirty smile from the cafeteria guys lately.”
“I’ll bet you a dollar that he’s gay,” Teddy grinned, perking up in spite of herself. “No guy who doesn’t ask Amelia Shepherd for her number is completely straight. Either that, or he’s just a f r a i d of you.”