Yara’s face turned red with anger. “What are you doing? I just found a box that no one wanted. Why are you throwing away my Bean?”
Her words only fueled my rage. I slowly stood up, then slapped her hard across the face.
Yara fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face.
“Cody, is this the woman you found after I left? You said she was understanding, but she’s just a violent maniac!”
“My face hurts so much. Bean, my Bean… it’s so unfair!”
As Yara’s complaints stirred the pot, Cody’s face darkened.
Clearly frustrated, he said, “Riley, what do you want? Are you really making a fuss over a worthless box? I’ve found the best doctor for our daughter. She’ll be fine soon. Why do you keep causing trouble for Yara? Did she do something to you? Or are you just jealous and looking for a fight?”
My heart broke at his words. How could he be so heartless? When our daughter was fighting for her life, where was his concern?
I had no patience left for his hollow sympathy. I crouched down, continuing to gather my daughter’s ashes.
But Yara wouldn’t let it go. She demanded to return the slap I’d given her.