Page 472 of Ruthless Court

More into himself.

The guy who wants the contract and the school.

The endorsements and the scholarships.

The NBA and the kids on cracked courts who haven't met the coach who might change their lives yet.

Now it's time.

The draft is coming.

His interviews have started.

Workouts are scheduled.

His agent calls constantly.

And I still have another year at Stanford.

That part scares me if I let myself look directly at it.

New city.

Flights.

Road games.

His life accelerating while mine stays here.

But I don't wonder whether Kane Haverhill is permanent anymore.

He is.

He's in my mother's group chat.

He calls Dad on Sundays.

Sometimes about basketball.

Usually not.

He has a drawer at my place and I have half his closet.

His mother sends me birthday gifts three weeks early because she doesn't trust shipping.

Dad has already asked whether Kane's future school needs a director of player development.

I told both men to stop planning my employment.

Progress is not always linear.

Still.

Whatever comes next, Kane is in it.

I know that much.

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