“I’m sure you’re right.”
I took the ride Mack offered me in his rental car, since the last thing I wanted to deal with now was trying to get a taxi. We didn’t say anything during the car ride except for my directions to my apartment. I was grateful for the lack of conversation, because my emotions were a mess.
When Mack pulled up in front of my apartment, I thanked him for the ride and opened my door.
“Madison,” he said. I turned back and looked at him. He had a serious look on his face. “He’ll get his memory back. Everything will be okay.”
His kindness made me want to burst into tears, but I just nodded my head. “I know,” I said softly. “I have to believe it, because there’s no other alternative I can live with.”
I got out of Mack’s car and walked up the steps to my building. My words reverberated in my head. Logan would regain his memory and we would continue our happy life together. I didn’t think I could exist in a world where that wasn’t true.
Chapter Seven
I barely slept that night. I contemplated taking sleeping pills, but after seeing Logan unconscious, the last thing I wanted to be in was a drug-induced sleep. The first thing I did in the morning was email my boss to let him know that I would be taking a few weeks off due to a personal issue. I had no idea if he would accept this excuse, but my job was low on my priorities at the moment.
I was in a rush in get back to the hospital, so I took a quick shower and threw on some clothes. The instant I walked out into the cold morning air, I regretted not drying my hair, but those were minutes I didn’t want to lose. I felt a sense of urgency, like if I didn’t get to the hospital fast enough, I would lose what little connection I had to Logan.
When I finally arrived at the hospital and got to his room, he was already sitting up and eating breakfast.
“Hi,” I said, feeling awkward. This wasn’t the Logan I knew and loved. I didn’t know how this Logan would react to me being here.
I was relieved when he smiled at me. “Hi. Thanks for coming.”
I walked a little closer until I was a couple of feet from his bed. I struggled for something to say and looked down at his tray. His scrambled eggs looked like they could be used to spackle the walls, and the fruit salad was drowning in syrup. I glanced at Logan with a wry smile. “Breakfast of champions, eh?”
Logan grimaced. “I’m trying to choke it down but it’s pretty hard. I’m dreaming of a Western omelet.”
I felt an ache at his words. Logan always used to say my Western omelets were the best. It hurt to realize that I was the only one with that memory. It was something we no longer shared.
“I’m sorry about last night.”
I looked up at Logan, surprised by his words. I watched him as he continued to speak.
“You can imagine that it was a bit of a shock to wake up in a hospital and be told you’ve lost part of your memory, and that the strangers standing in front of you aren’t really strangers. I was unkind and I didn’t mean to be. It was just a lot to take in.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I admit that it was hard for me to hear you say you don’t who I am.” I gave him a look of determination. “But we’re going to remedy that.”
Logan raised his eyebrow, his expression of bemusement so familiar that it hurt a little. “And how are we going to do that?”
“We’re going to do the total Madison immersion.” I smiled, trying to bring a little levity into the situation. “Madison all day and all night. You’ll love it.”
“All night?” repeated Logan with a quirk of his mouth. “It doesn’t sound half bad.”
I flushed, not knowing how to take his comment. I decided to just ignore it since it was too confusing to try to figure out our dynamics. Logan was the love of my life, yet to him, I was a stranger. “We should start with questions. Ask me anything you want and I’ll answer them.”
I sat down in the chair next to
I took the ride Mack offered me in his rental car, since the last thing I wanted to deal with now was trying to get a taxi. We didn’t say anything during the car ride except for my directions to my apartment. I was grateful for the lack of conversation, because my emotions were a mess.
When Mack pulled up in front of my apartment, I thanked him for the ride and opened my door.
“Madison,” he said. I turned back and looked at him. He had a serious look on his face. “He’ll get his memory back. Everything will be okay.”
His kindness made me want to burst into tears, but I just nodded my head. “I know,” I said softly. “I have to believe it, because there’s no other alternative I can live with.”
I got out of Mack’s car and walked up the steps to my building. My words reverberated in my head. Logan would regain his memory and we would continue our happy life together. I didn’t think I could exist in a world where that wasn’t true.
Chapter Seven
I barely slept that night. I contemplated taking sleeping pills, but after seeing Logan unconscious, the last thing I wanted to be in was a drug-induced sleep. The first thing I did in the morning was email my boss to let him know that I would be taking a few weeks off due to a personal issue. I had no idea if he would accept this excuse, but my job was low on my priorities at the moment.
I was in a rush in get back to the hospital, so I took a quick shower and threw on some clothes. The instant I walked out into the cold morning air, I regretted not drying my hair, but those were minutes I didn’t want to lose. I felt a sense of urgency, like if I didn’t get to the hospital fast enough, I would lose what little connection I had to Logan.
When I finally arrived at the hospital and got to his room, he was already sitting up and eating breakfast.
“Hi,” I said, feeling awkward. This wasn’t the Logan I knew and loved. I didn’t know how this Logan would react to me being here.
I was relieved when he smiled at me. “Hi. Thanks for coming.”
I walked a little closer until I was a couple of feet from his bed. I struggled for something to say and looked down at his tray. His scrambled eggs looked like they could be used to spackle the walls, and the fruit salad was drowning in syrup. I glanced at Logan with a wry smile. “Breakfast of champions, eh?”
Logan grimaced. “I’m trying to choke it down but it’s pretty hard. I’m dreaming of a Western omelet.”
I felt an ache at his words. Logan always used to say my Western omelets were the best. It hurt to realize that I was the only one with that memory. It was something we no longer shared.
“I’m sorry about last night.”
I looked up at Logan, surprised by his words. I watched him as he continued to speak.
“You can imagine that it was a bit of a shock to wake up in a hospital and be told you’ve lost part of your memory, and that the strangers standing in front of you aren’t really strangers. I was unkind and I didn’t mean to be. It was just a lot to take in.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I admit that it was hard for me to hear you say you don’t who I am.” I gave him a look of determination. “But we’re going to remedy that.”
Logan raised his eyebrow, his expression of bemusement so familiar that it hurt a little. “And how are we going to do that?”
“We’re going to do the total Madison immersion.” I smiled, trying to bring a little levity into the situation. “Madison all day and all night. You’ll love it.”
“All night?” repeated Logan with a quirk of his mouth. “It doesn’t sound half bad.”
I flushed, not knowing how to take his comment. I decided to just ignore it since it was too confusing to try to figure out our dynamics. Logan was the love of my life, yet to him, I was a stranger. “We should start with questions. Ask me anything you want and I’ll answer them.”
I sat down in the chair next to
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