❝ –– 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.
“I’m sick of lying to you. You deserve to know the truth.”
Teddy’s words hit Delia like a ton of bricks as soon as they sank in. Not only had she made one of the biggest mistakes of her young life, she’d also completely shattered her parents’ trust in her. Who knew how long it was going to take for her to earn it back, assuming that it was even at all possible by that point.
“Oh my God, he’s going to h a t e me. I mean, you already do, so why shouldn’t he? I probably deserve it after what I did anyway, so it shouldn’t surprise me.” Delia made no effort to hide her tears as she leaned up against the back of the couch. A sudden realization that neither one of them would ever be able to look at her the same way again only caused more pangs of regret. “I didn’t mean to. I’m s o r r y.”
Teddy knew Delia well enough
to tell when those tears were wholly genuine. There was no reason now for them not to be; after all, Teddy had run out of furious words to say. If Delia had
wanted to hit her right where it hurt, she’d surely have done it sooner — and
right then, Teddy wanted nothing more than to take her daughter in her arms and
hold her. Oh, baby. It’ll all be okay. I could never hate you, my love.
But she couldn’t; not if she
wanted the lesson to sink in.
It was at times like this when Teddy truly
loathed being
a mother — her heart was at war with her mind, fighting
over whether to do what she wanted or what was right.
So, Teddy held her silence… and prayed that Delia
might one day forgive her
for her hardness of h e a r t.