❝ –– 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.
“And I’ve had it up to here with being in this damn hospital and listening to your preachy attitude, Teddy.” Carter growled back. The brunette bit back a sarcastic laugh at the threat of Teddy calling her mother, “That’s right, I’m not a kid anymore. I can walk right out of this hospital and never look back.” Was that something she really wanted to do? No, but she was far past her point of being treated like a kid.
Only rage enough could have made this girl speak those impulsive, hurtful words — gone was the sweet soul whose smile could light up any room. But though there was nothing she could do for yesterday, Teddy was determined not to let tomorrow die too soon. “You do that, and you can’t come back. This is a one time deal, Carter — I don’t think your mother could take it if you left again. Amelia’s not someone I would ever call fragile, but no one’s that strong.”
