Karina pulled away and took Louisa’s face in both of her hands. “Listen to me,” she said, surprising herself with her own vehemence. “It’s not a crime to go after what you want.” But Louisa turned her head away and picked at the grass, tearing the blades into tiny pieces and scattering them in the breeze. “It’s not a crime to have ambition,” Karina insisted. “You’re allowed to want things. You’re allowed to want things that other people don’t think you should want.”
