Cade told Jesse and me to leave it to him, that he’d handle convincing Mom about rehab.
So here we were, sitting in the living room on a Saturday morning, Jesse jittering with his knee bouncing, me chewing the inside of my cheek raw, while Cade stayed shut inside our mother’s room.
Every second stretched. Jesse muttered a joke about Cade probably bribing her with a black card, but even that didn’t c***k my nerves.
Finally, the door swung open. Cade stepped out, leaning casually against the frame. His grin was infuriatingly calm.
“You two can exhale now,” he said. “She agreed.”
I blinked. “She… what?”
“Go see for yourself.”
Skeptical, I brushed past him and walked into my mother’s room.
She was still sitting on the bed, hands clasped tight, eyes lowered. But when she glanced up at m
