❝ –– 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 don’t needto do anything,” Teddy muttered viciously. “Get me the hell out of here.”
Charlotte held down her hands and quickly pressed the call button for the nurse. She spoke to Teddy gently yet firmly, “Teddy, I’m gonna give ya a slight sedative, alright? Bear with me…”
“Charlotte, stop!” Teddy cried out, thrashing in Charlotte’s unyielding grip. “What the hell are you doing? No! You c a n ’ t —”
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