More Than We Can Tell (Letters to the Lost #2)

by Brigid Kemmerer

I know I build walls around myself, but I’ve never met someone whose own walls seemed equally impenetrable.

If fate does exist, maybe this is her way of telling me to take control of my own destiny.

Sometimes, I think people are so used to negativity that a positive atmosphere is uncomfortable, or even frightening. It goes along with what we were talking about. When you can’t trust anyone, the unknown is a very frightening place indeed.”

“things happen when they’re meant to happen.”

“So we’re both just a little broken.” His arm falls back to his side. “I think we were before.”