Well, that's not fair. I want to see the letters. I glance up at Jack with a slightly annoyed look. I'd really like to know more about the friendship between him and Broom. Of course I could just ask him. For some reason I get scared to ask him too personal questions. I hope that sort of thing passes, too. I trust Jack to tell me the truth, and oddly, I trust him to leave things out that will upset me.

"I'm trying, Red." This is so hard for him, how can it not be? I always felt guilty for the way I flirted with Myers on the ride home from Bellamie. If Red had seen that, he would have been so upset. It's amazing how much he's grown up since his father died. Bringing Jack here is about a million times more awkward than anything having to do with Myers.

"He'd want you to be happy too, Red." I reach out and squeeze his left hand. "So be happy, ok? I am." I can't help but smile at Jack when I say that. It's amazing how one person can impact your life so deeply.