#Chapter 252: Cowardice

Hannah “It… It’s true,” I said, my heart pounding so hard I was sure Noah could hear it. “Last year, I died, and… When I woke up, it was three months before the event of my death. I think it was a gift from the Moon Goddess or something. I don’t know.” There was a long, agonizing silence as Noah stared at me, his green eyes wide and unblinking. The gentle lapping of the river against the shore seemed deafening in the quiet between us. My palms began to sweat, and I resisted the urge to wipe them on my dress, holding Noah’s gaze instead. What was he thinking? Did he believe me? Or worse, did he think I had finally lost my mind completely? I could almost see the gears turning in his head, probably wondering if he should call for a straightjacket and a nice, cozy trip to the mental institution right then and there. But then, to my utter shock, Noah threw his head back and began to… laugh. It started as a chuckle, a low rumble in his chest, and then it grew i