❝ –– 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.
“Come on Teddy. Are we really going to do this right now?”
“What’s wrong with right now, Callie?” Teddy said, an undisguised threat in her voice. “Someone you know cried herself to sleep last night, and there was nothing I could do about it — so, we’re damn well going to do this now.”