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
HannahThe sound of Noah’s voice made me stand so abruptly that I whacked my head on the sofa. Reeling, I clutched the side of my head and began to careen backwards, my other hand windmilling in search of something to grab onto.“Easy, there.”I felt two strong, warm arms wrap around me from behind,
“Just… Why?” I managed, swallowing hard around the lump in my throat. “Why would you go be with her when your wife was injured at home?”He paused, a muscle ticking in his jaw before he answered. “It was for Adam.”“Adam?”“I didn’t want him to watch his mom go through that all on his own,” he said.