Chapter 115: Roll the Dice

I don't want any damn orange juice." Bert Clydesdale pushed the glass away from him, almost causing it to tip over.

Jacqui took a deep breath to keep from snapping at her father and his belligerent attitude. "Well then, what do you want, Dad? You don't want coffee or water or anything else I've laid in front of you."

"I want to get out of this damn house, that's what I want. I want to go wherever I want to go, whenever I want to go."

Jacqui rolled her eyes. Sophia, their housekeeper, must have told him no at some point today and sent him into this recurring tizzy of his. Her father had never been one to depend on anyone, and here he was, trapped in a wheelchair, yearning for the freedom he enjoyed just a little over a year ago. She wished she could give it to him, too. While he survived his head-on collision with a drunk driver, Bert Clydesdale had been paralyzed from the waist down. Since Sophia already lived with the Karstons, Jacqui brought her father home to live with her once he w