❝ –– 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.
“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” The blonde nodded her head with a smile. Furrowing her eyebrows, she sighed. “I’m just having an off day. Nothing a few drinks at Joe’s and some girl time won’t fix.”
“If you say so,” Teddy said, not quite appeased. “You have any surgeries after this? I swear, if another trauma comes in five minutes before my shift ends, I might just stab someone with my scalpel.”
