“I think you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, Logan.” I clench the steering wheel a little because no one has ever referred to me as smart. I’ve always been the athletic, strong one. You’re a good swimmer. My little fish. Even my mom, bless her heart, never told me otherwise. And let me tell you a secret, I’d even overheard my grandma once say I was as dumb as a rock. Maybe the curse is genetic. I was born this way.
