“She’s been unbearable all day,” she muttered. “Good thing you’re here now. I have a life, you know? I can’t always be taking care of that woman.”
“She’s very sick,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “We need to call an ambulance.”
Pilar snorted.
“Not again. If we take her in, they’ll admit her and then we’ll have to pay for caregivers, medicine, everything. That old woman costs more than a child.”
Anger rose from my stomach.
“She’s your family,” I snapped.
“She’s a nuisance,” she replied without blinking. “And she’s not even my mother—she’s your father-in-law’s mother. I’ve done more than enough.”
I didn’t waste another second. I went to the living room, grabbed my phone, and dialed emergency services.
While I spoke with the operator, Pilar watched me like I had betrayed her.
Minutes later, sirens wailed outside. Neighbors leaned out over the courtyard. Paramedics rushed in, examined Dolores quickly, and exchanged serious looks.
