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Hazel's POV

I hurriedly walked towards the door. I had not bothered to bid Noah bye and I did not care. All I wanted to see were my kids. I knew Noah had saved me and I should have shown my gratitude but at the moment that was not a priority. I would offer him one later. He should have, however, taken me home to my kids. I had never spent a night away from them and I was worried. Lucas was a good friend but I should not have left them with him alone. I just hoped that they had not given Lucas a hard time. I would deal with the trauma of being kidnapped later so I shoved it at the back of my mind the way I did things that stressed me. It was not the first time I was postponing my grief. I had, in fact never mourned the death of my brief relationship with Noah. I was still waiting for the right time, which between juggling work and taking care of the kids, never came. There was no time for pity party. I had had to man up and be the responsible and reliable parent my children needed. May