Hearing that, Cody's face darkened. “Riley, stop with the attitude. Yara really did twist her ankle, and since she came back, she’s had no one to help her. She’s been lonely enough. If you’re not going to comfort her, fine, but why act like this?”
“And I was only with her for a few days. Is that really worth hanging up on me?”
I laughed bitterly to myself. To Cody, I was just the jealous wife. Maybe he wasn’t wrong. There had been plenty of times when I fought with him over how little he cared for me and our daughter.
But now, with my daughter gone, I didn’t have the energy for their drama.
“I don’t care what you do,” I said quietly. “There’s no need to explain anything to me.”
I turned and walked straight to my daughter’s room, starting to pack up her things.
Cody frowned, clearly confused. In his world, seeing him with Yara should’ve made me furious, but my indifference seemed to unsettle him.
He started to follow me, but Yara tugged at his sleeve, holding him back.
It wasn’t until I passed by them with my suitcase that Cody seemed to realize something was really off.
He thought I was mad about him not taking our daughter to the hospital.