Zain's POV
While Carry threw her tantrum in the living room, I stepped out of Oswald's bedroom.
Cards lay scattered across the floor. I looked around but couldn't spot Blanche anywhere.
Puzzled, I turned to Carry. "Where's your mom?"
Carry shot a furious glare toward the stairs. "She went up."
Her words caught me off guard for a moment.
The woman who used to put her daughter before everything else now seemed completely detached.
After a pause, I took Carry's hand. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."
Carry planted her feet. "Dad, I don't want to sleep with Mom."
I looked down at her, keeping my expression neutral. "Mr. Oswald only set up one room. If you don't want to sleep with your mom, go tell him yourself."
Carry's cheeks puffed out in frustration, but she knew better than to push me. She gave in.
If her mother wouldn't take care of her, then she wouldn't take care of her mom either.
