❝ –– 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.
The brunette coughed, spitting up blood as she tried to pull herself off the gurney that she never wanted to be on. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep at a friends house and now she was in the Pit, wincing at the bright lights. She didn’t want to be here, her mom didn’t even know she was back in Seattle. Carter wanted off the damn gurney and to head back down to California where she knew she would be safe. “Teddy, get me the hell out of here,” she growled.
“That’s not going to happen until we get you checked out. Now, the next few
minutes will decide whether or not we call your mother — so are you going to cooperate, or are you going to try and fight me again?”
Shepherds, Teddy sighed. They were as stubborn as they came, mother and daughter both. She knew that if Amelia ever found
out her daughter had been in the ER without her knowing, somebody was going to
have to pay the p r i c e ; it made her less than keen to strike Carter a deal — but it was the only thing that would keep this girl on the gurney for longer than it took to take flight.
