Chapter 0138

Hannah

I stood there frozen, my heart sinking as Noah shook his head at me in confusion. He blinked at me, pursing his lips; this was no prank or cruel joke. He genuinely didn’t remember–just as he hadn’t remembered our meeting date.

“You don’t… You don’t remember?” I all but whispered, trying and failing to keep my voice from quivering.

Noah furrowed his brow at me and shrugged one shoulder like it was nothing. “No, I don’t,” he said. “Are you sure that was us and not one of your friends? You and Viona, maybe?”

I felt as if a knife had been twisted in my gut at those words.

No, it hadn’t been me and Viona, It had been me and Noah. Just months before our wedding. The summer that I was nineteen and he was going on twenty. It had been an incredibly hot day, too, and our families had been preparing for the annual summer picnic.

stealing those roasted quail eggs was one I had always treasured. Years had passed, but I had never forgotten that day, not for a moment. Even now, I could still taste

he just stood

than a fleeting dream. And now he there staring at me like I

then. I just felt… empty, like at puppet whose arms were hanging dumbly at its sides. I opened and closed my mouth several times, but


we stole the quail eggs felt so pivotal to me. But not to

he remember about his relationship with Zoe, I wondered? Every moment, I guessed. I doubted that he had lost even a second of his time with her to the years,

“What is

in my eyes and swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. Part of me wanted to grab his shoulders

I knew, deep down, that it was no use. He couldn’t remember. Or maybe he

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