❝ –– 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.
Callie rolled her eyes with amusement. “Calm down, Rambo — that’s f a r from the w o r s t thing I know about you.”
“What’s worse than you knowing that he ate
chocolate sauce out of my — my…” Teddy was blushing even harder now. “You know what, forget it. I don’t want to know what other d i r t y little s e c r e t s you have on me.” Shuddering, she let out a giggle in
spite of herself.