❝ –– 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.
Callie rolled her eyes. “Of course she did — Arizona tells me everything, just like I tell her everything.” Her eyes rolled again, giving Teddy a ‘seriously’ look. “No, she didn’t tell Mark – she barely tolerates Mark, why would she tell him that?”
Burying her head in her hands, Teddy groaned. “Oh, my g o d . I’m so embarrassed. That was supposed to be a secret. I’m going to killArizona Robbins.”