❝ –– 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.
“Congratulations, Teddy. Do you want a prize?” The teen rolled her eyes, just because the doctor had a daughter didn’t mean she knew Carter. “I would hope you’re not stupid, Altman no one wants a stupid heart surgeon,” the brunette bit back sarcastically. Biting her lip, Carter tried her best to look Teddy in the eye, but the nystagmus she had because she had been drinking made it difficult for her to focus.
“I’ve had it up to here with the smart comments, Carter,” Teddy said lowly, struggling to keep the frustration out of her voice. “I get that it’s some kind of a twisted defense mechanism, but it’s getting old r e a l fast. Now, are you going to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to call your mother? You’re not a kid anymore, and I don’t want to have to treat you like one.”
