Chapter 47 Threads Of The Moon

• Zoey's POV
• I don’t wait for either of them. I asked them both to come, but something deeper than logic pulls me forward. It’s like a tether wrapped around my spine, guiding me across the overgrown lawn of the place I was born, the place I once called home. With every step, memories flicker at the edges of my mind—the memories I recently rediscovered, the day I was born, the laughing and playing between my brother and I on this very lawn, before everything changed.
• I push the memories down, not allowing them to root. Not now. I need clarity, not chaos.