FIVE YEARS, MORE WOULD BE better, and you will be able to accomplish anything.” 

“Like what?”

“Like anything. I will send you places you never even dreamed of, push you to do things you never imagined.” He leans back on the chair and lifts the front legs, his eyes pinned on the ceiling. “You’ll be great.”

“I’m not now?”

“You’ll be different.”

“What if I don’t want to change?”

He glances at her. “We all change, Sara.”

“You sound sad.”

“No, cara, that’s the way you hear.”