❝ –– 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.
Carter laughed, “Why would I lie to you, Dr. Altman? I have nothing to hide.” She had something to hide, but why would she share that with her mother’s coworker?
“I have a teenage daughter, Carter,” Teddy said sternly, drawing
herself up to her full height. “I’m not s t u p i d. I can tell when someone is
lying. See — you can’t even look at me, can you?”
