A few days earlier, she’d been burning up with a constant fever.
The doctor warned us she had a lung infection that could turn into acute pneumonia at any time. She needed round-the-clock care.
I quit my job to stay by her side.
The only time I left was when Cody was home, so I could run out to get what we needed.
Before I left, I made him promise, again and again, to watch her closely. He swore he would.
But as soon as I walked out the door, he left her.
And not just at any time, right when her pneumonia hit.
All so he could rush to be with his first love, Yara Lynch!
My daughter was just a little girl.
And because of him, her father, she died an awful death.
Wiping away my tears, I came home.
I used to hear her little voice call out “Mommy!” every time I walked in.
But now, there’s only silence.
And my heart aches in that emptiness.
As I reached the door, I could hear Yara's voice, dripping with guilt.
“Cody, if I hadn’t twisted my ankle and couldn’t walk, you could’ve stayed with Riley to take care of your daughter. Do you blame me?”
What a joke.
She was clearly just trying to keep Cody away from me, acting all innocent to get more attention. And Cody, like always, was eating it up.