❝ –– 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.
“…why does everyone think it’s impossible to juggle life and work? If that were the case, everyone in this hospital would be childless and single, Teds.” He chuckled. “It’s going to be difficult and it’d take some adjusting, but being surgeons and having a kid… well, it’s not an impossible detail.”
Owen bit his lip, sensing Teddy’s uneasiness, he asked, “Unless you don’t think we’re ready for this just yet?”
“That’s just it, Owen — I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve ever done this before. It’s not like surgery; there’s no such thing as p r a c t i c e , there’s nothing that can p r e p a r e you for something like this. I’m so scared, and you knowI’m not someone who scares easily.”
She dropped her gaze to the ground, ashamed at her confession.
