CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN – RECOVERING FROM AMNESIA

As the weeks crept on, Skylar kept up her steady stream of visits, continually breathing life and lightheartedness into Kayla's recovery journey. She'd arrive with random snacks or frivolous magazines and movies to pass the time, consistently steering their conversations into the purely superficial and fun. "Okay, I need your opinion," Skylar declared one afternoon, dropping onto the edge of Kayla's hospital bed without preamble. She began rapidly swiping through her phone screen. "Which of these disastrous dating app matches is the most obnoxious tool from their bio alone?" Kayla quirked an eyebrow at her in amusement. "This feels like a very unfair advantage you're trying to gain over the poor unsuspecting men of the city." "Oh, they had it coming," Skylar assured her breezily. "Trust me, their openers were already enough to make me want to light myself on fire. Now I'm just seeing how horrible they can actually be." With that, she launched into a dramatic reading of various da