#Chapter 92: Eat

Hannah The comb had just barely managed to slide beneath the couch, hidden from view, when Noah walked into the room with Zoe holding his arm. They both paused in the doorway, Zoe’s mouth hanging open in shock as her eyes roamed her once-filthy living room. “Oh my…” Her hand fluttered to her mouth as she took in the clean space. Even the air smelled sweetly of vanilla, a candle having been lit on the mantle. “What do you think?” Noah asked, gesturing around. “Much better, right?” “Much better?” Zoe turned to face him, her pale face splitting into a smile. “That would be putting it lightly; this is amazing. Thank you so much, Noah.” She threw her arms around him. I felt myself bristle at the sight of them. My jaw clenched so hard that I thought I might break my teeth, and I had to look away from the sickening display. Of course they would hug in front of me like two lovers. And of course Noah would take all of the credit for the cleaning, which was—