“You called an agency about my mother without asking me?” I said.

“I am offering a solution,” Sylvia said, crossing her arms over her velvet coat.

“You are running yourself into the ground, Rachel.

If I pay the monthly invoice, it frees up your schedule so Ethan does not have to carry the extra burden at home.”

“My mother’s care is family business,” I said.

“It does not involve your checkbook.”

“You are being stubborn when people are trying to save you,” Sylvia said.

She set her hard-backed calendar planner on the stainless steel counter beside the sink, right next to her velvet coat.