His voice was soft, full of warmth.
“My daughter’s fine with just her mom. But you... you’re different. If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself.”
“And honestly, if Riley can’t even handle taking care of one kid, maybe she’s not cut out to be a mother.”
Hearing that, fury surged through me.
He had abandoned our daughter right when her pneumonia flared up, the very reason she didn’t make it to the hospital in time, the reason she died.
And now he was blaming me?
I pushed the door open hard.
There they were, curled up together.
I caught a glimpse of Yara’s underwear tossed carelessly on the bedroom floor.
Yara saw me and smiled sweetly, saying, “Hi, sis,” without even bothering to move from Cody’s arms.
She faked a wince, pressing herself deeper into him, saying her ankle hurt and now she had a headache too.
Cody was quick to comfort her, fussing over her every word.
She glanced at me, a smug look in her eyes, like she was saying. You’ll never beat me.
I gave her a cold stare.
“Is my bed comfortable enough for you?”