CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN – REALITY AND IMAGINATION

As the days turned into weeks, Kayla's life became a waking nightmare, her every interaction tainted by the false memories and paranoid delusions that Dr. Foster had instilled. She lashed out at loved ones, pushed away friends and colleagues, and retreated further into her self-imposed isolation, convinced that she could trust no one but her manipulative therapist. "You're doing the right thing, Kayla," Dr. Foster would croon during their sessions. "These people, they've shown their true colors – they're not worthy of your trust or loyalty." And Kayla, her mind a tangled web of false memories and distorted perceptions, would nod and agree, her grasp on reality growing more tenuous with each passing day. The confrontations with Lance became increasingly heated, their once-loving relationship reduced to a battleground of accusations and mistrust. "Kayla, please, you have to listen to me," Lance pleaded, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Whatever you think you know, it's not r