❝ –– 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.
Mason smiled, looking at her. “You’re welcome,” he replied as he listened to her and nodded. “Well, you’re not alone anymore. I can’t promise there won’t be times where we wish to never see each other again - we wouldn’t be family if we never felt that at times, but I can promise that you’ll never be alone again.”
At this, Teddy felt fresh tears well in her eyes. She’d been alone
for so long, and who knew that she’d find comfort at last in the words of a thirteen
year-old boy? He was wise beyond his years — somehow, he’d stumbled upon
exactly the right things to say to make things okay. Or, if not okay, at
least just that little bit better. That feeling, that little ounce of hope — it
might just be enough to see her through the rest of her days.
