❝ –– 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.
Addison smiled softly and tilted her head as she watched mother and son. “Yeah, I guess,” she replied before looking over at the blonde. The older doctor noticed the time and raised her eyebrows.
“Why don’t you go on home?” She suggested. “I can finish things up here.”
“Of course, Dr. Montgomery,” Teddy said carefully, a hesitant smile playing upon her lips. “Unless… unless you
needed anything else? Some company, maybe?”
She couldn’t pretend to know this woman
— h e l l , they’d only just met — but Teddy
was familiar enough with p a i n to know it
when she saw it.
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