❝ –– 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.
“That’s why I don’t wanna leave you all alone. Mommy, p l e a s e don’t let her take me away. It’s not fair. I need to be here with you.”
“No one’s taking you away,” Teddy swore. “I didn’t do a n y t h i n g wrong.” It was one mistake, but it had cost her dearly. And now, all Teddy knew to do was fight.