❝ –– 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?”
“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t go anywhere tonight. Cross my heart,” Delia promised, part of her still confused about why it was suddenly such a big deal. “Since when did you become so superstitious anyway?”
“I’m not superstitious,” Teddy said defensively.
“I’m just being a mother.” After that, she smiled. There was nothing that brought her more joy than this —— watching her little girl grow.
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