❝ –– 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.
looking down at her daughter, teddy felt a strange kind of shame settle dark and heavy on her shoulders. delia’s entire lifetime had elapsed in megan’s absence, and all these years teddy had managed to love and live on. she’d started a family; a chapter of her life removed of the friend she loved as a sister. how could she have been so thoughtless?
but the past was too distant to retrieve now, and what mattered was that megan was here; megan was home. teddy was finally about to do what she should have done years ago - introduce her best friend to her daughter.
“delia, we’re going to the hospital today,” teddy said softly. “I want you to meet your auntie megan.” At last.
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