“You never want to talk about it. Not when you got here with little more than the clothes on your back, not after you moved, and not now.” Merritt didn’t answer. “This is the whole reason we came here.” “It’s my problem, Fletcher.” He folded his arms against the cold but didn’t move away from the draft. “I’ll deal with it my way.” “Your way is not dealing with it at all.” Merritt
And I love Fletcher as well!
