"You just got four hundred thousand dollars. You can hire a proper caregiver for her instead of dumping her on me like it's my obligation."
Sylvester's lips moved, but nothing came out.
Mom pounded the armrest of the couch, her voice choked with tears.
"Let her go! Let her go!"
"Let's see if she's really heartless enough to let her own mother die alone in this house!"
I had two notebooks in my bag. I pulled one out and handed it to Sylvester.
"Everything you need to know about taking care of Mom is written in here."
Then I turned to look at her.
"Mom, it's not that I don't want to take care of you. I'm just tired. I need a break too."
I grabbed my suitcase and walked out.
I rented a tiny room in the city. Five hundred a month.
On the third day, Val called. His tone was sharp.
"Priscilla, Mom's in the ER because of you! They're trying to save her right now. Get your ass back here!"
