#Chapter 138: Two Copies

Hannah & Noah Hannah’s POV A younger Noah and Zoe stared up at me from the faded old photographs, joyous smiles plastered across their youthful faces. I hadn’t seen Noah smile like that in… I couldn’t even remember how long. Years. And he had offered this, a memory of that joy that he had never truly felt with me, to the Moon Goddess. For a long time, I could only stare at the photo in disbelief, my hands shaking. “Noah, what is this?” I finally breathed once I found my voice. “Why... Why would you offer a picture of you and Zoe to the Moon Goddess, of all the things to offer?” Noah’s eyes widened, and he quickly reached out to grab the photo from my hands. “Hannah, that’s not mine—” “Don’t lie to me!” I snapped, jerking the picture away from his grasp before he could take it. “I recognize the fabric. This is your offering. I found it in the mud, and now I wish I had left it there.” “Hannah, it’s not mine,” Noah insisted, his voice rising. “Look,