“I’m too old for this,” Jada groaned as she pushed to her feet. “You’re nineteen years old.” I barked out a laugh. Yes, my sister had Mabel when she was only fifteen years old. I’d tried my best to keep her on track, but some things are just out of your control no matter how hard you try. Needless to say, the baby daddy, Joey Black, wasn’t interested in a kid. A loser my sister was better off without.
