❝ –– 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 took her into his arms and hugged her a while not saying a word, for now nothing needed to be said. Helping her back up he looked at her. “ Just get help, find someone to talk to and please stop drinking and pushing everyone away.” he replied looking at her
“I’m
trying, Mason,” Teddy cried softly. “I’m trying so hard, and no one seems to
see it. I – I can’t keep doing this.” She wanted that drink; she wanted the
numbness to settle in, to steal her pain away for just a moment. “I don’t know
who to ask for help. I don’t even know where to start.”
