❝ –– 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.
The brunette looked up at the blonde doctor, slightly confused. She didn’t want this life, but it was easier than her other options. Options where she felt the pressure to be the good daughter, become a doctor, and live out a miserable life where all she did was eat, and perform back to back surgeries. “If saying yes means that you’ll leave me alone and I can get the hell out of this joint then yes, this is the life I want for myself.” Carter rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Jesus, Teddy. Don’t go getting all sentimental on me now, it doesn’t look good on you.”
“It’s one thing to say it, and another to mean it,” Teddy said seriously. “Not once have you looked me in the eyes, and I need you to — because I won’t give up on you until you do. Trust me, Carter, you’ll need someone to stand by you if you’re ever going to make it. I can be that someone, if you so choose — but if you make the wrong decision here, there’s no taking that back.” She’d played her ace — an ultimatum, final and resolute. It was cruel, but history had taught her that it had to be so; in the game of fighting fire with fire, Teddy couldn’t afford to lose.
