Chapter 33; More memories.
Logan We headed out the door, I opened the door for her to get in and shut it. I took a deep breath before walking to the other side. As I started the car, she gasps, when I looked at her she looked like she just seen a ghost, “What’s wrong?” I asked her holding her hand. “I don’t know every time I hear a car start up and I’m in it, I get knots in my stomach and just feel like I’m gonna puke.” “It’s probably from the accident. PTSD, babe. Even though your brain don’t remember, you body does, maybe.” She nodded her head. “You ready?” I asked. “Yes.” We drove off. I held her hand most of the way there, she kept squeezing it. She didn’t act like this on the way home from the hospital. Maybe it’s a sign that her memories are coming back. We have reached her apartment complex, I s
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