“Okay." Camila nodded, catching up to Forrest with the bag.

He was already a good distance ahead.

“Wait for me!" she called out.

Forrest turned, his brow furrowed as he saw her struggling with the bag. “I told you, I'll buy everything.”

"Money isn't the issue," Camila countered. "The baby needs these things now. You wouldn't know what formula is safe or healthy, and where would you find time to buy them at a moment's notice?"