HannahIt was quiet as I laid in bed, the room completely dark save for the last bit of sunlight peeking through the curtains. I pressed the cool washcloth a bit harder against my aching forehead, yearning for relief.My hand ran up and down across my belly as I laid there—at least my baby wasn’t hu
“I… I was suffering from a binge eating disorder,” she admitted. “And it was beginning to get out of hand. I knew you took those pills to help yourself purge, so I decided to give them a try.”“But…?” I urged her, knowing that there was more to the story.Ana sighed. “But… My husband and I were also
HannahNoah didn’t return all day and all night; not that I expected any different from him at this point. I could already picture how he likely spent the night sleeping next to Zoe in the hospital, holding her hand through everything.Something that he couldn’t be bothered to do for me.The next mo
HannahI was so stunned that I nearly dropped my plate and mug. Somehow, I managed to keep a hold on it—maybe only because of the way that my knuckles instinctively tightened until they turned white.“You’re kidding me,” I hissed, taking a trembling step forward.Noah popped his spoonful of cereal i
HannahZoe’s house was a mess.I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stepped into the living room. What was clearly meant to be a sleek, modern living room was instead covered in unfolded laundry, dirty dishes, and used takeout containers. The surfaces were cluttered with books, mail, and other random jun
HannahThe comb had just barely managed to slide beneath the couch, hidden from view, when Noah walked into the room with Zoe holding his arm. They both paused in the doorway, Zoe’s mouth hanging open in shock as her eyes roamed her once-filthy living room.“Oh my…” Her hand fluttered to her mouth a
“This casserole is delicious,” Zoe said around a mouthful of pasta, waving her fork around. “You made this, Hannah?”I nodded, although I hadn’t done much more than poke at my own food. “I did.”“Ah. Well, you’re a good cook.”Noah snorted. “It still shocks—” he began, but suddenly stopped, noticing
Hannah“Eat.”Noah held the steaming plate of casserole in front of me, thrusting it a little closer into my face. I narrowed my eyes at him and leaned away, shooting him a wary look.“I’m not hungry.”“Yes, you are. You have to eat something.”Dammit. Noah was right; I was starving. But I wasn’t ab