❝ –– 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.
Owen chuckled, a wide grin on his face, he couldn’t help but blush a bit. He felt like a teenager gushing to his best friend about the girl he was crushing on… or his case, having sex with.
“I think I might be. But I really need to talk to Amelia first. I need to know that it’s not just me…that she feels something too. I want this to work. I can’t have— I don’t think I can handle another plane crash.”
“Oh, look at you — you can’t really be blushing. You are, aren’t you?” Teddy snickered. But behind her teasing was a true kind of joy, for it’d been a l o n g time since she’d seen Owen this happy.
At Owen’s next words, Teddy sobered some. Times
like these, she found herself forgetting how fragile
one could truly be behind their strongest front —
god knew she’d spent enough time trying to hide her
own weakness. “Oh, Owen,” she murmured. “You
don’t still blame yourself for that, do you?”
