HannahI woke up early the next morning, fully intending to slip away to my appointment without Noah. I showered and dressed quickly, my hands shaking slightly as I grabbed my car keys. As I crept down the hallway, I listened for any sign of Noah, but the house was blissfully silent.Good, I thought
And now… Now here it was, healthy and alive, with the tiniest beating heart that I could have ever imagined.I was vaguely aware of Noah gripping my arm tightly, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen.For a moment, I almost reached for Noah’s hand, seeking some sort of connection in this
Hannah“Hannah, are you sure about this?” Noah whispered. “What if we get caught?”I turned to him, placing one finger over my lips. Glancing over both shoulders to make sure no one was looking, I carefully pulled the side door open, taking care to not make a sound as we slipped inside the hospital.
The boy that fifteen-year-old me had fallen in love with.With trembling hands, I unfolded one of the letters, the paper soft and worn from years of reading and rereading.“Dear Hannah,” it began. “My mom passed this morning. I can’t thank you enough for what you did for me this summer. Taking me to
HannahI stared at Noah, unsure of what to say. I had assumed that he wouldn’t show up today, since I had taken care to schedule our meetings during his work hours, but it seemed I was mistaken. And now he wanted me to come up with something to do.“We could go out to eat,” he suggested, counting of
I gasped, grabbing a pillow and chucking it straight at him. “Noah!” The pillow hit him square in the face, and for a moment, I saw a flash of the boy I used to know—an uncharacteristic smirk, a huff of laughter, and reddened cheeksDammit; I had to bite back the urge to laugh, too. I was supposed t
HannahThe next day, I woke up feeling groggy and irritable. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, but it did little to improve my mood.I didn’t expect Noah to show up again. Yesterday was probably just a one-time thing, a way to placate me or ease his guilt. And so, after showering and having br
He raised an eyebrow. “Why not? I want our child to have the best of everything.”“But—”“No buts, Hannah. This is for our baby.”Feeling vindictive, I decided to test him. I pointed to a ridiculously expensive, crystal-encrusted mobile. “Okay. I want that, then,” I said, certain he would refuse.“O