Chapter 177 Outlet

• Hannah
• I turned to see what Zoe was pointing at and instantly did a double take, my first instinct telling me that what I was seeing was absolutely not my husband. But it was.
• Noah was in the middle of the dance floor, a child perched on his shoulders and two more clinging to his legs. His face was flushed and red, a broad grin spreading from ear to ear—an expression I hadn’t seen on him in years, or maybe not even ever.