❝ –– 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 winced at the bite in the doctor’s tone. She honestly thought it had only been a week, two at the most. “I didn’t think it had been that long…” Hearing that her mom probably hadn’t slept in the past month, actually just hearing her mother’s name had Carter fighting back tears. How could I have been so fucking stupid…Her hands were fidgeting at her sides as she chewed on the inside of her bottom lip. Carter’s eyes met Teddy’s as she nodded, “Um… After the last time you saw me… Things got pretty bad… I went on a bender,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair, “and one morning I woke up in a cold shower with a friend yelling and smacking me… After that… I decided that I needed to get clean.” Her mind tracked back, the past several weeks, trying to calculate exactly how long she had been clean. “I didn’t want mom to see me come in here on a gurney, so I locked myself in a hotel room and forced myself to get clean.” Carter blinked back a couple of tears, “I thought it had only been a week, Teddy. One very long and painful week…”
“You’re right about the long
part,” Teddy said, but she could no longer muster any semblance of
contempt. She could see the truth in Carter’s eyes, and how hard this girl had
tried; if anyone deserved a second chance, it was her.
“Listen, Carter…” Teddy said, her voice reserved and tentative. “No
one ever said you had to go it alone. It was very brave of you to try… but I think it’s time to for you
to face your mother now. I know isn’t easy, but just tell her what you told me.
I have a feeling she’d understand better than anybody.” Teddy, too, understood — she knew exactly how taxing it could be to a soul when there was nothing left to her but her own company; she knew that being alone would only make it that much harder than it had to be. But if all that Carter had said was true, she
was already on the home stretch; she’d made it through the worst of it, and there
were only brighter days yet.