Blood and Memory
The air was heavy with secrets—so thick it almost choked Noah as he stood in the middle of the Carter estate’s grand hall, the pieces of his life rearranging themselves in his head like a puzzle snapping into place. He could barely breathe.
Anna’s voice sliced through the silence. “Noah, talk to me. What do you remember?”
He turned toward her slowly, eyes clouded with a thousand memories rushing back. “Everything.”
The word hit her like thunder.
Anna stepped closer, tears threatening. “Everything?”
“I remember you. Our wedding... the night we lost the baby. I remember the fights. The lies. The day I left.” His voice broke. “And I remember her.”
Anna covered her mouth as emotion overwhelmed her. “Our daughter…”
“She’s alive, Anna.” Noah’s voice trembled. “And Juliet
