❝ –– 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.
“She’s– – –She’s still with him?” Amelia swallowed, digging a nail into the flesh of her thumb. “Okay, you’re bleeding. Let me grab some bandages and– We’ll make sure– And we’ll get her.”
“No, you don’t understand. I have to go; I have to go n o w ,” Teddy hissed, panic coloring her voice. Delia was out there, alone, having to face all that Teddy had to by herself. “I should never have left her.”
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