Everyone was part of his deception except Noah and me.
NOAH’S NOTEBOOK

Three days after the funeral, I found a small notebook in Noah’s drawer. Inside, hundreds of lines written in uneven letters:
My tears soaked the pages. Noah had known everything.
He realized the lie yet still protected me, even at the cost of his own life.
THE LAST MEMORY
Noah fought for my life, and perhaps, in his final moments, chose to end the cycle of deceit.
And sometimes, when it rains at night, I hear soft tapping at my window like someone trying to speak, yet unable to make a sound.