But instead of fists, I used my words because I didn’t want to face my own emotional scars. I lashed out at my dearest friend—my brother—all because he was trying to help me. These two men were better friends than I deserved. I let my head drop forward again until my chin hit my chest. Even when Grant began speaking, it took a few words before I leveled my gaze to his.
I love these scenes with the men.
