I struggled to sit up, but Hubert's voice cut through the silence before I could manage it. "You're hurt. Rest. What are you squirming around for?" A pause, then a sigh heavy with irritation. "You never make anything easy."
I clenched my fingers into the bedsheet. "And whose fault is it that I ended up like this?"
Hubert's expression froze for a split second before hardening over. "You brought this on yourself. Don't blame anyone else."
His words drove through my chest like a blade, buried themselves deep in my heart. The pain stole every word I might have said.
When I stayed silent, he opened his mouth to speak again, but a shrill ringtone cut him off.
He answered, and just like that, his voice softened without him even seeming to notice.
"Clarissa... yeah... I'll pick some up for you on my way over..."
He hung up and the warmth vanished, replaced by ice. "Clarissa is being generous this time. She's not pressing charges. Her birthday is in two days. Don't show your face there."
Two days. That was exactly when I'd planned to leave.
I lowered my gaze and said nothing.
The moment Hubert walked out, my phone buzzed with a text from Clarissa.