❝ –– 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.
“You can do it, Mommy. Just hold on tight to the bars and put one foot in front of the other. If you think that you’re gonna fall, I’ll catch you.”
“D-Delia,” Teddy whispered, face paling as she looked down. The
cold crept up her neck like a vise as she saw how high up she was; her vision tunneling into a plunging spiral, there was nothing she could do but stand still and hope
she wouldn’t f a l l .
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