“That’s so crazy about her memory. I can’t wrap my brain around it.” Travis shakes his head.
“Yeah, you’re telling me. She read through all of our text messages and f*******: posts and has been asking me questions.”
“I thought we aren’t supposed to tell her stuff she doesn’t remember?” Travis asks.
“We’re not, but some things are hard to keep from her. Especially when she reads the intimate messages we sent to each other. I’m not going to lie to her,” I explain.
“I know Courtney’s been helping her work through some stuff she’s confused on, so I don’t see the harm as long as you aren’t giving her a play-by-play.” Drew shrugs, waving his empty beer bottle in the air for the bartender to give him another.
“Listen, you’re getting a little rowdy over here. Am I going to have to cut you boy
