Chapter 25 High Maintenance

• Hannah
• Seeing Zoe kiss Noah’s cheek so tenderly, so lovingly, had filled me with a rage that made me want to lash out. I wanted to scream, cry, yell and throw things, even resort to my purging pills once more despite the fact that they had long since been flushed down the toilet.
• But I didn’t do any of those things. I don’t love Noah anymore, I kept telling myself. It shouldn’t matter. Right now, my only goal was to gain enough approval so that when our divorce began, I would have a leg up on the matter.