IND. TEDDY ALTMAN
WRITTEN BY ANGIE

❝ –– 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.
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The Light || Jake and Teddy

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Jake wrapped his arm around Teddy and slowly began leading her out of the airport. He needed to go home. To their home. “You haven’t painted our whole house with glittery pink, right?” Jake teased and gave Teddy a grin as he kissed her temple. 

“I’m offended you think so little of me,” Teddy laughed, eyes alight with wonderment at how easily she’d settled back into Jake’s company. “No, I haven’t painted it pink — but I haven’t done much else with it, either. I’m sorry, it might be a little dusty in places…” She’d been so caught up in her wait that she hadn’t thought to worry about what kind of home Jake might be returning to. 

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    Jake laughed softly and shook his head, “It’s fine. I’m just glad to be home…” He found her car easily and once there,...






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