How is that possible?

She’s alive — she’s alive —

I walked to the front, and I stopped between my husband and the enormous framed portrait of myself that he had draped in black ribbon, and I looked at the photograph of the woman he thought he had erased, and then I looked at him.

Chapter 12 — You Told Everyone the Mountain Claimed Us

“I hear you told everyone the mountain claimed me,” I said.

“I hear you told your friends that the useless woman finally got what she deserved.”