#Chapter 95: Forgotten Memories

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. The memory of us stealing those roasted quail eggs was one I had always treasured. Years had passed, but I had never forgotten