❝ –– 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 - I…” Teddy sobbed, gaze still lingering between sleeping and waking. Her breaths came frantic and fleeting; nocturnal demons still clinging to her skin. “Henry…”