I was silent on our way to the restaurant Quin had suggested, “so?” Wayne asked as he tried to keep an eye on me and another on the road.
I looked at him clueless as though I didn’t know what he was talking about. But I knew what I was about to tell him would seem like a lie because it’s impossible to believe, especially when it comes from Quin.
“You were to tell me what was wrong with Quin. Why was he acting like he didn’t know me?” Wayne asked confused. “What is he planning?”
I sighed, “He isn’t planning anything,” at least not that I know of I thought, “a while back I was called to the hospital, Quin was at the hospital and I was told he had lost his memory and couldn’t remember what happened for the past two or three years.” I explained.
“So, he doesn’t remember all the things he
