❝ –– 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.
Jaw angling in question at the use of ‘Major Hunt’. Owen couldn’t help but let out a slight scoff, sinking into a chair with the slight tap of his finger against one of the arm rest. Finally when the soldier’s gaze fixed on Teddy’s harsher one, he knew. He didn’t know how. But he knew.
Letting a huff out with the tilt of his head in disbelief.
“Teddy—”
She’d wanted to do this with professionalism. She’d wanted to ask her feelings to come calling on any day except this one
— but to do so, she’d have to be less than human. And Teddy wasn’t that. As she opened her mouth to speak, the distaste she had for the words she was about to say nearly made her balk.
“There’s - there’s some bad news. I’m so, so sorry.”
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