❝ –– 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 think if I’m allowed to make myself beans on toast using the cooker, then I can make you some tea, I am not a kid anymore and I can help, some kids my age help cook their own dinner every night, so relax”
“I know you can,” Teddy said, voice placating. “But Charlotte’s going to go c r a z y on me if she knew I was letting you anywhere near
the kitchen. Mason, please – I’m too tired to argue with you right now. But thank you.”
