❝ –– 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.
“Other than me almost falling asleep over these stupid petri dishes? Not a whole lot, really.”
“Anything new?” Teddy questioned, peering at the Petri dishes. “I hope you’ve been noting down every single observation — I don’t tolerate laziness, especially not from
my daughter.”
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