#Chapter 241: Remember Remember

Noah The night before… Noah’s hands trembled as he stared at the photo strip, his eyes wide with disbelief. The images before him told a story he couldn’t remember living, and yet every fiber of his being recognized them as true. There he was, years younger, his arm draped casually around Hannah’s shoulders, both of them grinning widely at the camera. “Adam,” Noah’s voice was hoarse as he turned to the boy. “You said these belong to your mommy?” Adam looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Mhm. She looks at them a lot when she thinks I’m not watching.” He tilted his head, curious. “Why do you look so funny in the pictures? You look so different.” Noah swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “I... I don’t know, buddy.” He crouched and rifled through the box, finding more photos, letters, and small mementos. Each item seemed to chip away at a wall in his mind, revealing glimpses of memories he didn’t even know he had. As he unfolded one of the letters, Noah