Hannah “Take a seat.” Noah barely even bothered to look up from his computer for more than a moment before giving me demands. I crossed my arms defiantly, jutting my chin out at him. “I’ll stand.” “Alright.” “Why did you send Scott to fetch me instead of just inviting me yourself?” I asked
My nostrils flared with a burst of fresh anger. “Are you implying you want to volunteer with me?” I asked incredulously. “I would have asked if you wanted to join me, but you’re hardly ever home. And Goddess knows you don’t answer your phone when I’m the one calling.” Before he could answer, I all
Hannah The next morning, I woke up feeling more nauseous than I could ever remember. My stomach roiled and churned, protesting even the mere idea of breakfast. I barely had time to throw myself out of bed and stagger to the bathroom before violently emptying the contents of my belly into the toile
Noah stared at me for a moment over my handmaid’s shoulder, who made no move—thankfully—to tell him the truth. Finally, checking his watch, he took a step back. “Fine. Just hurry.” With that, he turned on his heel and disappeared. My handmaid quickly shut the door, scurrying into the closet to p
Hannah The director was a kind, rosy-cheeked woman in her mid-fifties who introduced herself as Margaret. She beamed at Noah and me as she led the way inside the orphanage, chattering about the facility’s history and her dedication to providing the children with a warm, loving home. I only half-
Hannah After the meal, I insisted on helping to clean up despite the director’s protests. With the way Noah had spent the better part of our visit openly mocking me, I felt I had a point to prove—both to him and to myself. “Really, Luna Hannah, you’ve already done so much!” the director proteste
“Alright. Well, the director just told me that she set something up in the rec room. We should get the photo opportunity and then get out.” I blinked at his words. Photo opportunity. Right; we had come here for positive press, after all. That was, ultimately, why I was doing… well, everything late
Hannah I let out a long, shuddering sigh as I closed the bedroom door behind me, leaning back against the cool wood for a moment. Goddess, I felt utterly drained—like all the energy had been sapped straight out of me. Which, I supposed, wasn’t too far from the truth considering how violently ill