❝ –– 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 can’t find Mr. Cuddles.” Delia snivelled, trying and failing to keep the tears at bay. “Mommy, I looked everywhere, but he’s g o n e. And he’s from Daddy, so I can’t go to sleep without him.”
“Oh, baby,” Teddy sighed. “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. Have you looked under your bed? Maybe Mr. Cuddles is playing hide-and-seek.” She wasn’t about to admit that Mr. Cuddles was taking a tumble along with the week’s dirty laundry.
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