❝ –– 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.
“I think your idea of everyone is very different from mine. Look around you, Charlotte — it’s like they’re trying to rub it in my face that no man can stand me for longer than a month.”
