❝ –– 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’m shaking. Oh no! More e m p t y t h r e a t s. How ever will I contain myself?” Amelia rolled her eyes. They had been through this so many times before, and she was getting tired of it. “You don’t know what you’re talking about and I’m just– I’m over it. I’m not going to jump through hoops to win the approval of some washed up bitter widow.”
“I’ll have you know that when I make threats, they’reanything but empty,” Teddy said darkly, calling Amelia’s bluff. Her cards were on the table and the time had long since come to stand. “Everybody
deserves a second chance, but this has gone on long enough. It’s not my approval you’re supposed to be
looking for — it’s your life, and the lives of the patients you’re letting the d r u g s operate on for
you. They deserve better than that.”