CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN – TREADING OLD PATHS

The next morning, Kayla awoke with a pounding headache and a sense of disorientation. She blinked slowly, trying to get her bearings in the sterile hospital room. "Good morning," Lance's deep voice came from beside her bed. He was already dressed impeccably in a crisp suit, but his eyes were lined with fatigue. Kayla turned toward him and the ghost of a smile played across her lips. "Morning," she murmured, reaching for his hand. But as her fingers intertwined with his, she felt a strange disconnect. The intimacy and affection she'd felt so strongly the previous night seemed to have faded like a dream upon waking. Frowning slightly, she searched Lance's face, taking in his chiseled jaw and intense blue eyes. There was definitely a familiarity there, like recognizing someone from a past life. But the actual sensations and emotions were distressingly fuzzy. "Are you alright?" Lance asked in concern, giving her hand a squeeze. Kayla opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for w