Jake thinks about this, then nods slowly. "Okay. I can do that." He looks at me. "And Mom? You don't have to worry about money. I have two hundred thousand followers now. I'm basically famous. I can support you to live a good life."
I don't know whether to laugh or cry, so I do both. "Jake, baby—"
"I'm serious! People love my paintings and my videos. Some of them even send money! I made thirty-seven dollars last week from my livestream. That's enough for groceries, right?"
"Oh, sweetheart." I pull him close again, overwhelmed by his fierce love. "That's very sweet, but you don't need to support me. That's not your responsibility."
"But I want to help," he insists stubbornly. "You always help me. Now it's my turn."
Sophia catches my eye over Jake's head, and I can see she's as moved as
