❝ –– 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.
“It’s okay to not be happy.” Ellis piped up from behind the woman. The child of the late Derek Shepherd and Meredith Grey was known for wandering the halls of Grey-Sloan, and sometimes, she found those who finally needed to break down. “You do not have to always be happy.”
Gasping, Teddy
struggled to wipe away her tears
—
— there was nothing she hated
more than having a witness to her pain. Pain, to her, was something sacrosanct;
you didn’t flaunt it, or keep it on show. No, tears were meant to be saved for
when one was alone. And because of that, Teddy forced herself to smile.
“Oh,
hello there. Are you lost, kiddo?”