❝ –– 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.
Carter couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that she had been gone for so long. Her brain racing to what she had put her mother through, knowing that she would never forgive herself.Her eyes rose to meet Teddy’s, silently shaking her head. “I had to do it alone, I didn’t and don’t want Mom to see me like this Teddy… I- She can’t…” Even the mere thought of seeing her mom scared the brunette. “She’s going to hate me… She probably already does…” Hate, disappointment, everything that Carter wanted to avoid. Two weeks clean, and a lifetime to go, she would need her mom and family, but facing any of them seemed unfathomable right now.
“Your mother couldn’t hate you,” Teddy said quietly. If all else fell though, and one thing remained, it would be a mother’s love for her child. Being a mother herself, Teddy could surely vouch for this — nothing Delia could do or say would ever amount to loathing.
“Disappointed, maybe. Heartbroken, yes. But that’s a price you’re going to have to pay, honey. I know you’ve been trying, but there are people counting on you to be even stronger now. Just trust that you’ll make it, Carter.” Life did often seem to favor some over others, and who could blame her if she truly was trying to make it better? It took one to know one, and Teddy could tell that Carter was stronger than most — she’d already proven her will by making it this far.