❝ –– 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.
Her eyes –
they lacked the sparkle, the radiance of any consciousness a t a l l. Those were the eyes of
a person locked in her own mind. It will never be over, Teddy thought.