❝ –– 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’m sick of lying to you. You deserve to know the truth.”
“Yeah, not exactly the response I was hoping for,” Delia rolled her eyes, trying and failing to ignore the fact that she’d just been called s t u p i d by her own mother. “I thought you would appreciate the fact that I decided to come to you about this before things got too far. I actually thought we’d both be able to be g r o w n u p s about all this, but I guess I was wrong. Next time I need help, I’ll just go to Dad with whatever it is instead.”
“What the hell did you expect? For me to clap my hands and love the
idea of becoming a grandma? G o d , no, Delia,” Teddy spat, horrified and
seething. “You’re asking me to be a grown up? Cordelia Katherine Burton, if you
were anywhere c l o s e to grown up, you would have used a condom! It’s your job
more than his; Gabe won’t be the one stuck raising a kid at fifteen years old if that
pill doesn’t work — if it’s even his baby at all! And if you think
your dad will like this any more than I do, you’re so wrong. He’s going to k i l lthat boy.”