❝ –– 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.
“It’s a good thing that I’m here, then,” Teddy smiled, confused, wondering what had brought it all on.
“I never want to find out what the world is like without you in it,” Jake whispered, looking down at his hands and he added, “I lost one wife already, I really don’t want to lose another one.”
He couldn’t fully explain what brought this on. He didn’t know how to articulate how real the nightmare he’d had the night before had been.
Teddy’s gaze dropped from his at the mention of Lily, just like it always did. Between her and Jake, they’d both lost the people they thought they would love for the rest of their lives. Neither of them had thought they’d ever love again, but here they were.
Pressing her lips to Jake’s feverish skin, she tried to soften her words: “I’ll never leave you, baby — don’t you ever worry about a thing.“
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