#Chapter 263: Everything

Hannah I told him everything. Everything. Even the stuff that I didn’t want to think about ever again. Over the next twenty minutes, I told Noah my entire story from beginning to end—from the moment I watched my baby’s embryo in a puddle on the floor to this very moment here, now, in this courtroom. I told him, too, about the three months of torture that he and Zoe had put me through before my death. About Zoe’s smear campaign, about the nights spent crying myself to sleep, about the worsening body image issues. I told him about my pill addiction—how I was taking them to the point of killing myself. “And… Maybe I wanted to kill myself,” I whispered, my hands trembling as I toyed with the hem of my shirt. “Maybe I just wanted it all to be over, subconsciously, which was why I took so many pills. I still don’t even know if it was the diet pills themselves or the contraceptives in them that did me in.” I swallowed hard and continued. “But wh