❝ –– 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, her body shaking and her eyes darting around trying to see or at least find her mother or father, but to no avail. “I just want to see them. Please, please don’t let them die.” She spoke with a shaking voice as she looked back up at the woman. Her adrenaline keeping the pain from the crash that wanted to radiate through her body at a minimum.
From the look of Ellis’ injuries, she wouldn’t be on her feet
for much longer; Teddy
needed to get her somewhere safe, and soon. This was another woman’s daughter, a woman she knew — and Meredith would n e v e r forgive her if she let anything
happen to her little girl.
“No one’s dying, sweetheart. They’re going to take really, really good care of your mom and dad, okay? But you can’t worry about
them now — we need to worry about you.”
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