After Cade left, Jesse strolled into my room, giving one polite knock like he’d just discovered what manners were.
I narrowed my eyes on him. “Careful, Jesse. Whatever comes out of your mouth next determines whether you walk out in one piece.”
He grinned. “Relax. I’m not here to tease you. I’ll save that for later.” His tone shifted, serious now. “I came to tell you something.”
That got my attention. Jesse rarely turned serious unless it was important. I sat up straighter. “Out with it.”
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels. “Cade asked me if it was okay to take Mom to rehab.”
For a second, the words didn’t land. Then they did, and it felt like a weight cracked open in my chest. Cade didn’t have to say a word to Jesse. But he had. It wasn’t just about me, he saw J
