❝ –– 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.
Owen crossed his arms. She spoke the truth… and he understood it. “You’re right, but—” He reached out to her, cupping her face in his hands, “—don’t we owe it to ourselves to practice for the next nine months?…and eighteen years after that?”
“You don’t have to be scared. You have me. Look, all I’m saying is…think about this.”
You have me. Somehow, those words gave Teddy a lifting in her h e a r t . There was something about a shared fear that made it less shameful; something about being scared together that soothed her mind.
“I guess… I guess I could try,” Teddy whispered.
“But I can’t do anything more than that. I don’t
think I have it in me — I’m nowhere near as
s t r o n g as you think I am.”
