❝ –– 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.
“I’m sorry. I know it’s not fair for me to keep asking you to do all these things when you don’t even remember who I am, but if you don’t help me, who else will?”
“I can’t do it,” Teddy cried tearfully. “You’re not my daughter — I don’t know you! Why can’t I
remember?” This girl had spoken of another life — nearly twenty
years misplaced; a l i e . But what if she was right?
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