❝ –– 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 used to– But now– It hurts too much. I just want to be with my babies. I want to be with Derek and Ryan and my dad and Mark and Michelle… Because I can’t, Teddy. I can’t live like this. I just…can’t.“
“I get it, Amelia. Trust me, I do. But I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, and I know that it wouldn’t be right for me to just throw away what they lost. They lost their lives, Amelia — but I haven’t lost mine. Not yet.”