❝ –– 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.
Teddy giggled, still tickling him mercilessly. “Nuh-uh!”
Laughing he rolls around as he tries to get away” come on let me go, otherwise I may just have to hurt you.” He joked as he soon brake free, looking at her he smirked and stared to run.
“Oh, get back here, you,” Teddy chuckled. “You k n o w I was a soldier, right? I could outrun you any day of the week.”
