Keller
To say Bennett was locked away was an understatement. The young man was out of reach emotionally.
He was the one who’d reach out to check on me, but ever since we returned from Getta, the young man had been locked out.
The man was far away from me.
I’d lost contact with Lynch. Then Teresa. Now, Bennett was attempting to pull away. I wasn’t going to let that happen.
“What the hell is wrong with you, man?” I’d found him in the house gym, looking for god knows what.
He didn’t reply immediately. He crossed the room, picked up a hand towel, dusted it, then walked across. He was going to walk past me when I blocked his path.
“I was talking to you, Bennnett,” I frowned.
He sighed. “We all have a lot of things going on, and I have quite a lot on my mind.”
“You have someone to sha
