❝ –– 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.
It wasn’t in Delia’s nature to be so cruel to people, especially not those that she loved and treasured the most. But after an entire m o n t h of trying and failing to catch even so much as a glimpse of the mother she had once known, it was now time to try a different approach. A far less painful one, if that was even a possibility by that point.
“Look, the only reason I’m still here right now is because I literally have nowhere else to go. From now on, can you just stay over there in your part of the house, and I’ll stay over here in mine?” It wasn’t what she wanted, but she felt it was necessary if she was going to get through everything. “We don’t even have to talk to each other anymore, just co-exist.”
Though the selfish part of her welcomed this coward’s way out, Teddy knew that it wasn’t a solution. However forced and strange this situation was, Delia was just a child — a child who counted on her and needed her. She knew that if she didn’t act upon her duty as a s o l d i e r and as a human being, the cowardice would forever follow her.
“I wouldn’t ask that of you,” Teddy said quietly.
“Cordelia, all I’m asking for is some time. You
may know me, but I don’t know you. And I
would like to, I really would — just, please I’m
begging you to wait for me. You seem like a
wonderful girl, and I know that I wouldn’t want
you to hate me if I ever got my memory back.”