Hannah's POV
After seeing Christian off, I closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a long breath. The evening had been unexpectedly comforting, a much-needed distraction from the turmoil brewing inside me. Christian's kindness had soothed some of my tensions, but as I looked around the empty house, the familiar loneliness crept back in.
I began tidying up, trying to keep my mind occupied. The silence was almost oppressive, reminding me of the countless nights I spent alone, even when I was still with Michael. As I rearranged the cushions on the sofa, my phone buzzed loudly on the table, startling me. I glanced at the screen and saw Michael's name flashing insistently. A surge of frustration washed over me. How dare he keep calling me after everyth
