“Wait! She hasn’t come to see you?” I asked, surprised.
Dad shook his head. “Since I was brought here, I haven’t seen her or your sister.”
That’s absurd. Doesn’t she care about that? What kind of wife would leave her husband alone?
“That’s not fair. She should be here beside you,” I tried saying, but Dad held my hand to calm me down.
“I’m sure she is resting. You don’t need to worry. She’ll come when she is fine.” He was making excuses for her.
I rolled my eyes. “Dad, you know the truth, but you keep defending her.”
“She is my wife, Selene,” he pressed.
I bit down on my lips, stopping myself from saying something that I’d regret. He couldn’t possibly be defending her after all that she did to him.
He must have seen the annoyance on my face because his face softened. “I’m sorry for
