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I rub my growing stomach anxiously, a new wave of panic rising in my chest.
What if he does something worse next time? What if he harms the baby?
Noah steps over to the broken glass across the floor, trying to gather the curtains to cover the hole where the glass once was.
His hard face is set in determination, his eyes dark with concern. He looks to me, repeating the directions from the 911 operator on the line. “Stay inside. Keep the door locked until thepolice arrive,” he says, but his voice softens as he looks at me, checking my reaction.
Tears well up in my eyes, hot and heavy, and I choke back a sob. “What if he comes back?” I ask, my voice cracking with fear.
Noah looks at me, his expression unreadable, but there’s something in his eyes, a calculating ferocity. “He’s not coming back. Not if I have anything to say about it.”
I cradle my stomach gently, the fear of losing control overwhelming me.
I’m scared! What if Zack doesn’t stop here? What if he escalates?
Noah finishes his call with the police, and as he hangs up, he walks over to me, taking me into his arms.
“Don’t worry, Blossom. He’s gone now, he’s not coming back, or he’s going to be arrested on the spot, and he knows that,” he reassures me, pulling me into his arms. “And you won’t be staying here tonight. Let’s get you a bag packed for a few days, at least.”
I nod softly, sniffling my tears back, though the fear still lingers.
As much as I want to stay strong, I’m still trembling from Zack’s attack.
But still, Noah’s presence calms me in ways nothing else can.
Just as Noah begins to help me gather a bag, there’s a knock at the door, and my nervous heart skips another beat.”
“Stay here, I’ll get it,” Noah says, his voice calm but firm. He walks toward the door, and I hear him swing the squeaky door open.
“Police. We received a call about a break-in.”
I’m not sure how I feel about them being here; relieved, scared, or just numb.
But as I watch Noah, standing between me and the door, talking to the officers, I can’t help but feel a wave of gratitude.
He’s standing up for me, making sure I’m safe, and that’s more than I’ve ever had anyone do before.
The officers enter, inspecting the broken window, and Noah gives them the details, talking to them quietly.
I sit back down on the couch, still processing everything, and the officers can tell I’m rattled as I give my official account.
“And this trespasser, it was your ex-boyfriend, Zack Ferguson, from Carteret?”
“Yes, for certain.”
The fear that’s been coiling in my chest slowly starts to loosen as I watch the officer nod, jotting down my account of what happened.
Deep down, though, I know that no matter what, I can’t let Zack win.
With Noah by my side, I know we won’t let him.
Chapter Seventeen
Noah
Once the police leave and the tension of the night settles into a strange silence, I decide to take Blossom somewhere quiet and safe.
She’s still shaken from Zack’s intrusion, and I can see the weight of the fear in her shoulders, in the way she’s holding herself as we step outside. I gently place a hand on her back, guiding her to my car, but I can’t shake the anger that’s bubbling inside me.
