#Chapter 89: There For Her

Hannah Noah didn’t return all day and all night; not that I expected any different from him at this point. I could already picture how he likely spent the night sleeping next to Zoe in the hospital, holding her hand through everything. Something that he couldn’t be bothered to do for me. The next morning, I awoke with a new sense of purpose. My head was feeling a bit better, and spending the night laying in bed had given me plenty of time to think about… well, everything. WhiteRabbit, our family doctor, Noah and Zoe. Most importantly, I had to get to the bottom of this diet pill matter—without Noah’s help. From what it seemed to me, someone didn’t want me getting pregnant with Noah’s baby. And it seemed as though, one way or another, our family physician was related to the issue. But it was just as I was stepping into the kitchen to prepare some coffee and toast that I ran into Noah. He was sitting at the kitchen counter island, looking dishevele