**Brenda POV
I hung up the phone. My heart raced as I was just informed that the love of my life just figured out all of his d*mn memories. My heart sank at the thought of losing him once again. I knew I couldn’t let that happen. Not this time. I hurried to dial Joan. The phone rang twice before I heard her familiar voice.
“Hello, Brenda,” she answered.
“We have a problem,” I said instantly. There was no reason to sugarcoat it or not get right down to the point.
“Let me guess. He recovered his memories and knows who Olivia really was to him,” Joan said without hesitation.
“Correct. He figured it out. What now?”
“I told you he would figure it out. I didn’t think it would be that quick though. I told you that you were too impatient.” Joan rubbed it in Brenda knowing all too d*mn well of how Brenda was.
“Oh, shut up. Don’t you dare tell me the phrase ‘I told you so.’ I don’t need to hear it. So, any suggestions?” I asked her.