❝ –– 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.
Ellis looked at the woman who wiped away her tears quickly as she looked down at her. Smiling softly up at the woman, Ellis gave her a small smile as she asked her if she was lost. “No, well, not really. I am just walking around.” She spoke as she tucked her long brown strands behind her ear. Whenever she did not go to after-school care and walked from her school to the hospital, she always wandered the halls while her mother was in surgery or doing rounds.
“That’s right — you’re Meredith’s kid, aren’t you?”
Teddy realized. Doing her best to lighten the mood, she joked.
“I guess you’ve outgrown the daycare by now. What does your
mother do with you when she’s at work, hmm? God only knows
what my daughter Delia gets up to when I’m stuck here all night
with a trauma.” By now, the tears were dry on her face, and
Teddy prayed the little girl wouldn’t ask her why she had been
c r y i n g .