*Sophie’s POV*
"What?!" I cried out.
I couldn't believe it, my baby brother, Jake, who I climbed trees with, chased around the house, swam, and went fishing with, was no longer able to walk.
While I was in Paris having sex with Nigel, my brother was in the hospital and my mom's poor health choices finally caught up with her.
Janet handed me a tissue. "I called a family meeting to discuss how we will help Jake and your mom."
"I told y'all I don't need no d*mn help,” my brother countered.
Jake placed his hands on the wheels of his wheelchair and attempted to push himself toward the kitchen door.
"This trailer isn't handicapped accessible, and it will cost a fortune to get things like a ramp and all the other accommodations needed,” Aunt Janet continued.
She ran her fingers through her red hair. My mom's siblings had red hair, and I inherited the fiery flame too, but Jake was blessed to have our dad's curly black hair.