Vinie leaned against the side of the car, arms folded, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. The afternoon light cast long shadows across the pavement, and the air between us felt heavier than usual.
“Hear me out,” he said again, his tone more insistent this time. “The pay is solid—five thousand dollars a month. That’s life-changing money, even for you. Hell, it’s more than I’ve ever made, and I’m your older brother.”
I crossed my arms, shaking my head slowly. “Vinie, I’m grateful. I really am. But I can’t accept the offer. I’m sorry.”
His face changed instantly, like I’d just said something completely unexpected. His brows furrowed, and the faint smile he’d been holding onto vanished. “Why not?”
I hesitated for a second, then answered plainly. “Because I’m a soldier.”
