❝ –– 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.
“What happened, Charlotte?” Teddy asked tentatively, hoping she hadn’t already broken the fragile eggshells she’d been treading on by merely breaching the subject.
