❝ –– 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.
“You don’t know anything about my mom or my relationship with anyone else. You know why? Because it’s none of your damn business. The only one who’s hurting is me for being subjected to this harassment. It’s up to you what you want to believe about me, but please do me a favor and shut up about it. It’s getting really old… Then again, what should I expect from a dried up old widow with no life of her own. I guess this must be the only entertainment you have, since you can’t get laid.“
Flinching away at Amelia’s cruelly harsh words, Teddy had to take a moment to quell her seething thoughts. There was n o t h i n g but her conscience stopping her from hurling the very same maliciousness back at her, and they sat bitterly on the edge of her tongue.
A dried-up old widow. No
matter how hard Teddy
tried to reject
it, she couldn’t deny that it was true.
Without Henry, she was nothing. Without Henry,
she was a l o
n e and b i t t e rand sad,
exactly
what Amelia had been telling her all along.
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