#Chapter 163: Preposterous

Hannah A few days had passed since the incident at the waterfall, and life was slowly starting to return to some semblance of normalcy. Well, as normal as it could be with Noah insisting that I had to stay by his side at all times. It was both comforting and suffocating, but I understood his concern. And I would have been lying if I had said that a part of me, no matter how small, was flattered that he cared enough to keep me close to him over the coming days. Eventually, the sling was removed from Noah’s arm and his shoulder was healed. My scrapes and bruises healed too, although the terror of what had happened still plagued me; I kept waking up at night in a cold sweat, having dreamed about Jake and his men throwing me over the waterfall. But of course, I didn’t tell Noah that. In fact, I didn’t tell him much of anything. Nor did I tell him about the pregnancy, although I knew I should. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. It was just that, every time I tri