Hannah
I found myself standing outside Noah’s office door. The sun had begun its nightly descent, the shadows in the hall lengthening. I hadn’t seen Noah all day; he had abruptly canceled our daily bonding time that morning, and I wondered if my locking the bedroom door last night when I heard him standing outside had anything to do with it.
Good. Maybe he was finally getting the hint.
My heart raced as I raised my hand to knock, hesitating for a moment before finally rapping my knuckles against the wood. The sound echoed in the empty hallway, making me flinch slightly for no reason in particular.
“Come in,” Noah’s voice called from inside, muffled by the thick door.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead, before turning the handle and entering
