“Kalani’s nineteen years old, man. How could she be so certain about the things she doesn’t want in life? I mean, she could change her mind, right?” He’s slow to bring his gaze to mine. “Would it matter if she didn’t? Change her mind, I mean.” He stares at me, his eyes pinched at the sides. “Not even a little bit.” “Then, what are you worried about?” “Her selflessness,” he answers instantly, and it clicks.
