#Chapter 195: Leverage

Hannah My fingers traced the delicate lace patterns on the pillowcase while my eyes wandered the floral wallpaper, picking out patterns that I had almost forgotten over the years. The sun streamed in through the open window, the sheer curtains billowing slightly in the wind. Everything in this room was exactly as I had left it years ago. The soft pink duvet, the white furniture, the stuffed animals still arranged neatly on the window seat—it was all a testament to the girl I used to be. Innocent, kindhearted, sweet… All things that I didn’t feel anymore. My eyes drifted to the desk beneath the large window, where I used to sit for hours, writing those letters to Noah during our two years apart. I could almost see my younger self sitting there, head bent over a piece of paper, pouring her heart out. I closed my eyes, remembering the ritual that accompanied each letter. The careful selection of stationery, the meticulous handwriting, and finally, the light