Rhaella's POV

Sylvia walked over to the kitchen cabinets and started opening them one by one, peeking inside like a raccoon searching for food. "We should go get some groceries."

"What? C'mon, I need to save that money. The hospital could call at any fucking time."

"Not that money." She kept opening the cabinets. "I have some extra cash."

“No, Syl.” I crossed my arms. "You've done enough. You need money for yourself too."

She pulled out an empty spaghetti container and held it up. "Look at this. There's nothing in here. Absolutely nothing in this house. Are you trying to starve?" She dropped the container on the counter and...