❝ –– 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.
“What, you think I’m going to get hit by a car or something on my way over to the Karev house? I’ll be fine, I promise. You have absolutely nothing to worry about, okay?”
“Don’t joke about things like that,” Teddy fretted. “It really isn’t funny. I’m serious, Delia — don’t go. At least not tonight. It won’t kill you to stay in just this once, will it?”