❝ –– 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 said, are we getting drinks
tonight? My shift ends in two
hours.” Cocking her head to
the side, Teddy studied her
friend’s face. “What’s up with
you today, huh? You just
seem… out of it.”
