Hannah’s POV
The tidal wave of disappointment that surged through me moments ago began to ebb, but the hurt lingered, raw and suffocating. It wasn’t just that Taylor, my best friend and my rock, had pushed me. It was the way her gaze distant and cold had stripped me down to nothing. For a moment, I wasn’t her Hans. I wasn’t her ride-or-die. I was… a stranger.
And then, just as quickly, the ice in her expression melted, replaced by wide-eyed shock. She blinked, her bright blue eyes the same shade as Liam’s, a detail I hated noticingsuddenly locking onto mine as if she were seeing me for the first time.
“Wait Hannah? Hans?!” Her voice pitched higher with every syllable, and it sounded so much like her usual dramatic self that I almost burst into tears.
“Yeah, it’s me,” I said, my voice s
