Forty-five dollars an hour, three days a week, with a monthly total of three thousand two hundred dollars written at the bottom and underlined twice.

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

“I’m offering a solution,” Sylvia said, folding her arms over her velvet coat.

“You’re running yourself into the ground, Rachel.

If I pay the monthly bill, it frees up your schedule so Ethan doesn’t have to carry the extra burden at home.”

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

“It doesn’t involve your checkbook.”