❝ –– 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.
“Thanks. Are you done on your soapbox now, or what? Can I get back to my regularly-scheduled life without any more of these less-than-helpful life advice from someone who thinks she knows me but doesn’t.” Amelia rolled her eyes, neither willing nor able to listen to more.
Teddy wished she could change the song they’d been singing over and over again, but only Amelia had the power to do so. And when she did, Teddy could only hope that Amelia would come to her — or come to anyone, really,to help her when the moment came. Offering her the only thing she could — a forlorn smile — Teddy turned to leave. “Okay, Amelia; I get it. We all g r i e v e in different ways. But once you realize it’s okay to ask for help, you’ll be better off for it; I just know you will.”
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