❝ –– 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.
“Why would I lie about who I am? I’m your d a u g h t e r. I have been for the past like fifteen years.”
“I don’t have a daughter,” Teddy said calmly. “You’ve got the wrong person, kid; I’m sorry.“ She really was — this poor girl couldn’t have been older than f i f t e e n , and it looked as though she’d lost her arm on top of everything.
Turning to the nurse, Teddy asked: “Will
you take me back to my room now, please?
You told me that I had family here — I think
you were mistaken. My family’s back in
New York, not out here. Speaking of which, where am I? This doesn’t look like my camp.”
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