Chapter 12

I was too flustered to thank Logan. Meanwhile, he was gently holding the steering wheel, his flawless and defined hands resembling that of a sculpture. I recognized the watch on his wrist. It was an Audemars Piguet watch—a subtle luxury brand that cost a fortune. Just then, Logan met my eyes. "Woody—No, Logan, where should I go now?" I asked, awkwardly lowering my head to avert his stare. I was at a loss. "I don't remember where Teri lives." Logan sighed. "Have you actually forgotten it?" I nodded. "The doctor says I have intermittent amnesia, and it's unclear when I'll remember the things I've forgotten." Logan frowned. "It's that bad? Does Elijah know?" I let out a bitter chuckle while shaking my head. "He doesn't believe me at all. He thinks I'm lying." Logan seemed slightly upset upon hearing this. For a long while, he stared at me with utmost seriousness before changing the topic. He said, "Do you have WhatsApp?" "Huh?" I uttered in confusion. But quickly, I realized th