“Or you could focus on the here-and-now, and not on what you can’t change. And if you want to blame people for not trying, there’s plenty of it to go around.” Agnes turns to smile at me then. “I don’t agree with the choices Wren made where you’re concerned, but I know it was never a matter of him not caring about you. They fight the challenges instead of embracing them, or at least learning to adapt to them.” Agnes pauses, her mouth open as if weighing whether she should continue. People like Wren and Jonah, they find they can’t stay away from it for too long. “And people either like that way of life or they don’t there’s no real in-between. We support each other because we’re all in this together. It’s not about whose house is the biggest, or who has the nicest clothes, or the most money. It’s about survival, and enjoying the company of the people that surround us. Up here it’s about having enough food to eat, and enough heat to stay alive through the winter. Water runs out pipes freeze engines won’t start it’s dark for eighteen, nineteen hours a day, for months. Calla never looked back, and at twenty-six, a busy life in Toronto is all she knows. “Life up here may be simple but it’s not easy, and it’s not for everyone. Calla Fletcher wasn’t even two when her mother took her and fled the Alaskan wild, unable to handle the isolation of the extreme, rural lifestyle, leaving behind Calla’s father, Wren Fletcher, in the process.
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