Chapter 13
Quinn’s phone buzzed in his coat pocket, indicating a text had arrived. He was in the middle of helping his mother into a recliner. It wasn’t just any recliner, but a rather elaborate recliner that slowly rotated from standing to sitting. He’d purchased it this morning once he heard from Amelia their mother had fallen already getting out of her chair.
“All you need to do is rest your hips on the edge here,” Quinn paused to gesture to the chair. “Then, you push the button here on the armrest, or on the remote, and the chair will slowly move back on its own. When you need to get up, it does the opposite. Try it.”
His mother rolled her eyes, but she gamely rested her hips on the edge after leaning her cane against a table beside the chair. She pushed the button and the chair eas
