❝ –– 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.
Amelia nodded, thankful for no protests or discussions of feelings. She was so over all of that. “So maybe we could just…sit here a moment?” In the quiet, she could appreciate having someone there; not being completely alone.
If that was all that Amelia needed from her,
then Teddy was more than willing to give it.
There were some things medicine couldn’t
heal, but the simple things could — and
it
seemed strange that such things were so
often left forgotten.