26
AARON
The stubborn a*s refused to die—and I found myself relieved when he finally opened his eyes. But the stroke had done serious damage, rendering him damn near helpless.
I wouldn’t be able to care for him at home, his needs surpassing what I had the strength for.
Anxiety over looming medical bills kept me bleary eyed and wide awake while sitting beside him forty-eight hours after he’d been admitted to the hospital. Ezra perched across from me, sharing in the silence broken by quiet beeps and the din of voices through the door shutting us off from the hospital corridor behind me.
Dad slept.
“What am I going to do?” I whispered the same question that had been ransacking my mind for what seemed an eternity.
“You’re going to let me help you.”
I eyed Ezra and the s***h of his thin
