Noah
As Noah returned the plate to the kitchen sink, he found himself unable to fully suppress the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. Despite his lingering anger and frustration with Hannah, he couldn’t help feeling a glimmer of pride at her attempt to eat something.
Her eating disorder had always pained him deeply.
Not just because it marred her once lovely appearance—the sharp angles of her protruding bones, the sallow thinness of her cheeks—but because it spoke to a deeper brokenness within her.
A brokenness he had never been able to fix, no matter how hard he tried.
Hannah had grown far too skinny, to the point of it becoming a serious health concern. Seeing her frail, emaciated form made his chest ache with worry, even if their relationship had b
