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

by Brigid Kemmerer

I need to calm down. I’m being ridiculous. Women get these messages all the time. It’s not right, it’s not acceptable, but I can’t fix it. I can only block him.

When you can’t trust anyone, the unknown is a very frightening place indeed.

Our actions have an impact on everyone around us. Sometimes without us even realizing it.

“A test implies that you alone are being challenged,” Dad says. “But that’s impossible when you’re surrounded by others whose actions affect your decisions. And do you really believe that there’s a God who specifically chooses people and assigns them with challenges? Based on what?”

I wish he would follow me. He doesn’t.

You’re allowed to design a computer game without being harassed. You’re allowed to go through life without having to put up with this, regardless of what kind of field it is. You are not weak for not wanting to look at pornography or not wanting to be called a—that disgusting word he used.

‘The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.’