❝ –– 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.”
“I expected something more along the lines of you signing off on the prescription so that you don’t end up becoming a grandma anytime soon. And just for the record, we’ve always made sure we use some protection. A l w a y s.” Delia had assumed her own mother of all people knew her better, but apparently she had been wrong there as well. And now with the use of her e n t i r e name, as well as the implication that Gabe wasn’t the o n l y boy she’d been sleeping around with, a horrified look washed over her face. “Okay, so maybe we keep Dad in the dark, but wait. There’s so not going to be any baby, but if there was, what makes you think that it wouldn’t be Gabe’s?”
“Why don’t I believe you?” Teddy hissed. “Oh, wait,
maybe it’s the fact that condoms are ninety-nine
percent effective, and I highly doubt that you managed
to luck out on the other one percent! Or maybe, just
maybe — it’s the fact that you’ve s w o r n to me a
million times that you weren’t sleeping
with that boy.
To my face, Delia! You promised your father and I to
our f a c e s that you and Gabe weren’t having sex! I
can’t believe it’s taken you getting pregnantto come
clean. I can’t believe you, Delia. I’m
so disappointed
in you.”
Immediately
after saying those words, Teddy wished
she could take them back. For no matter how true they
were, she’d never wanted Delia to think she was worth
anything less than she was — and there was nothing
worse for that than to be told she was a disappointment.
In spite of her regret, Teddy tried her best to stand her
ground; eyes d a r k and serious, she forced herself to
claim her daughter’s gaze by sheer force of w i l l.