❝ –– 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 s a i d I don’t want to t a l k about it ——- is that really so hard to understand?
“I’m w o r r i e d about you, Callie,” Teddy said fretfully, eyes wide with concern. “I know what it feels like to keep things bottled up inside, and I hate seeing you like this.”