CHAPTER 144

Cassius tilted the handle of his wheelchair to lock it, back straight despite the stiffness in his lower spine. His son, Wilson, paced near the window. He looked unsettled and it was there on his shoulders. His jaw was tight, and he had been at it for two hours.

“You should slow down,” Casssius whispered. “You would kill yourself.”

“Im better off dead,” Wilson lamented. “This is no life. We got the money but we are entrusted with one thing. Look at my fingers— my hands and you, we have no idea when you'll be out of that wheelchair.” 

Cassius let out a sigh. “At least we can...