"I can go with you, if you want." Then I can drive.

"You don't have to shout." She gives me a dirty look.

"I wasn't shouting," I say quieter, and now I'm basically whispering. "Or, if you want to give me the money, I can go shopping and you can lie down."

"I need to get out of this house." She stands and wobbles, then steadies herself with the back of the chair. "I just need to change."

I slouch against the counter. The last thing I want ...