Chapter 96 On My Own

• Hannah
• I woke up the next morning, my eyes still puffy from spending the night crying, to the smell of bacon wafting through the small house. Almost instantly, I felt my stomach growl and begin to cave in—Goddess, I was hungry.
• With a yawn, I slowly sat up and stretched. I was still in the guest room at Zoe’s house, the pillow beside me untouched. I wondered if Zoe’s spare pillow was dented from Noah sleeping alongside her. No doubt they had shared a bed last night. It had certainly seemed like it.