❝ –– 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.
she hadn’t called. not because she didn’t care, but because no
words could ever hope to bear the weight of their collective tragedy. two lost soul mates and six years of enduring grief had forged a divide between them, so vast that teddy couldn’t see the other side
— and even if she had picked up the phone, there was nothing left in her to give.
could the brief interlude they’d shared be lost to them for good?
could mark forgive her for all these years of neglect?
looking up into the eyes of her old friend, she feared more than anything that her words had come too late.
“i… i heard about lexie,” teddy whispered at last
—
voice frayed, as was her heart. “i know it was a long time ago, but it doesn’t feel that way, does it? god, mark… i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you.”
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