When Steve refuses to answer his phone yet again, I finally give in and text:
I get it but please PLEASE text your ohana once a day so we know you’re OK.
And I do get it. Steve is who he is today because of his parents’ deaths. He needs answers and believes Joe has them. He wouldn’t be the guy I know if he didn’t go after them. I just need reassurance he’s alive even if he can’t or won’t talk to us right now.
Several hours later my phone beeps at an incoming message:
Maika‘i no au Kaikua`ana.