I grabbed my suitcase and left the house without looking back. The pain from the injury I got earlier stung, but no one cared.
I saw Andy’s car parked nearby by the roadside as I left the house. He rushed over and checked in with me when he saw my tear-streaked face.
I looked at him with a pout, feeling wholly wronged. He immediately noticed something was off where Mark did not.
“Are you hurt? Let me take you to the hospital,” Andy said. He gently picked me up and carefully placed me in the passenger seat.
Once the doctor had cleaned and bandaged my wound, he finally relaxed.
