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.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not the kind of girl who walks up to boys and starts talking.”

He catches me. He holds on. Because he’s not my father. He’s my dad.

We all push sometimes, just to make sure someone is on the other side, pushing back.”

You could look at all of life as a test. No one lives in a vacuum. 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.

“Sometimes events are set in motion from so far away that it’s almost impossible to draw connections until well after the fact—and then, where was the test? At the beginning? In the middle? All along? Then we’re back to thinking all of life is a test. And maybe it is. But if someone is raised with a different belief system, can they be judged by ours? How is that a fair test? We can only do the best we can with what we’re given.”

He says the Internet makes too many people loud, and too many people silent, but the loud people are all we hear. We have to ask questions to hear the silent people.” “I

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