Hannah
The 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 breakfast, I settled into the living room with a book, determined to enjoy my solitude.
But to my surprise, Noah burst through the door at precisely the same time as yesterday. A little early, in fact.
“Get ready,” was all he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re going out.”
I lowered my book and stared at him, dumbfounded. “What? Where? Why?” I asked. I didn’t want to go out, especially not with him; I wanted to be left the hell alone.
“We’re going to the nu
