Then a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of me. Hubert stood over me, looking down. "Ready to admit you were wrong?"
I thought of the graves, leveled to nothing, and the stubbornness in me held. "I wasn't wrong. Hubert, you know that plot of land—"
He cut me off before I could finish. "I know."
"Clarissa wanted it. So I gave it to her."
I stared up at him, eyes wide. "You gave it to her?"
In that moment, I felt like I was looking at a stranger.
Hubert shrugged it off. "Clarissa is beautiful and kind. If she hadn't carried me out of those mountains, I probably wouldn't be alive today."
"Lavinia, all you have to do is admit you were wrong, and I'll let you out."
The mountains? Clarissa saved him?
Three years ago, when Hubert was stranded in the mountains, I was the one who hauled him out. Step by step, his weight on my back, through the snow. He survived. I ended up in the hospital for two weeks. When I finally woke up, the first thing I learned was that he'd been cheating on me. That was what ended our marriage.
But how had the person who saved him become Clarissa?
I opened my mouth. "Hubert, maybe you should look into—"