#Chapter 110: Cabs & Confessions

Noah & Hannah Noah’s POV Noah burst out of the restaurant and into the cool night air, his gasps of breath mingling with the sound of his shoes on the pavement and the screech of the cab’s tires. There, up ahead, was Hannah—already in the back of a taxi that was pulling away from the curb at breakneck speeds. “Hannah!” Noah cried out, skidding to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk. “Hannah, come back!” But it was no use; Hannah was already gone, the cab up ahead disappearing around a corner. Noah watched, breathlessly, as the last vestige of the garish yellow car faded away completely. “Dammit!” he cursed, whirling around and kicking a stone on the sidewalk. He watched it clatter into a nearby sewer grate, his nostrils flaring and his heart pounding. Why had she run off like that? And, more importantly, why had she vomited? Noah took a deep breath to steady himself as he tried to ignore the prying eyes of the other diners inside the restaurant.