❝ –– 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.
“Teddy…step a w a y from the coffee — you’re doing that thing where you talk too fast and your eyes are all wide and c r a z y.”
“Just one more cup,” Teddy rattled, trying to keep her hands steady around the pot. “Don’t worry, I’m not operating — I just need to get these d a m n charts signed before heading home. I’m not going to make it without caffeine.”