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Chapter 115: But Colton was just overthinking things; in reality, Allison didnt spare a moments thought for him or Melany.

After leaving the Lloyd estate, she drove straight toward the mountaintop nursing home where Kinslee was staying.

Her route veered off into a secluded, winding path.

The center was nestled in a scenic spot atop the mountain, famed for its pristine air.

With its heavily guarded entrance, Allison wasnt sure she could get in, but she figured shed scout the area first.

Her eyes flicked to the silver mask lying on the passenger seat, and her fingers tightened around the wheel as a small knot of nerves tightened in her chest.

But before she reached the summit, a figure suddenly blocked her path on the narrow road.

She slammed on the brakes, her heart leaping into her throat as the car screeched to a stop, nearly crashing into the shadowy figure.

Peering through the windshield, her eyes flickered with recognition.

Kinslee? Allison had studied every detail about the Lloyd family, committing their faces to memory, and there was no mistaking Kinslees familiar features.

But something was off.

Kinslee stood there, dazed and confused, her words slurred and her expression unfocused.

She seemed to have wandered off on her own, as there were no caregivers or staff in sight.

She crouched by the roadside, trowel in one hand and wicker basket in the other, carefully picking a few delicate wildflowers.

When Allison called out again, she slowly stood, blinking in confusion as she looked around.

Where am I? Youre halfway up the mountain, Allison said, stepping out of the car to steady her.

Your imagination takes flight on gⱯlnσν????ℓs․com The night was closing in, and the mountain, with its untamed wildlife and rough terrain, wasnt safe especially for someone like Kinslee.

Kinslee, let me take you back.

Its dangerous out here.

Back? Back where? Kinslee asked, her voice tinged with childlike bewilderment.

And who are you? I dont know you, do I? Why do you know my name? She clung to Allisons hand, her brows furrowing as she struggled to remember.

Suddenly, she stopped and stared at Allison, her eyes widening as if some hidden memory had surfaced.

Then, without warning, she pulled a vibrant flower from her basket and tucked it gently behind Allisons ear.

Oh, I know you! Kinslee declared, clapping her hands with delight.

Lily, you look so pretty with a flower in your hair! Allison froze for a moment, her heart skipping a beat at the mention of that name.

Lily it was her mothers nickname, shared only with those closest to her.

The shock sent a tremor through her, but she quickly tightened her grip on the mask she held, forcing her expression to remain serene as she guided Kinslee across the uneven ground.

You must be mistaken.

How could I be Lily? Allisons voice was light, but her eyes sharpened with curiosity.

So, where is Lily now? Maybe I can help you find her.

Kinslees brows knitted together, confusion clouding her gaze.

I dont know, she mumbled hesitantly before suddenly snapping her fingers in enlightenment.

She then pointed at Allison and giggled with childlike excitement.

Youre lying! Youre Lily, right? I even made flower garlands for you before! A wave of emotion crashed over Allison, but she held Kinslees hand tightly, steadying herself.

Yes, she whispered, nodding, Thats me… Kinslees words confirmed what Allison had begun to suspect this woman had known her mother, likely intimately.

But she couldnt push too hard, not now, not with Kinslees fragile condition.

Carefully, she guided Kinslee toward the car, easing her into the seat and fastening the seatbelt.

When was the last time you saw me? she asked, her voice low and soothing, as if trying to coax the truth from the haze of Kinslees memory.

But Kinslee just shook her head, her confusion deepening.

I cant remember.

The answer didnt surprise Allison, but it didnt stop the dull ache that spread through her chest.

She sighed sorrowfully.

Alzheimers had truly taken a toll on the poor woman.

Still, despite the sadness, a glimmer of hope flickered inside her.

She had been right about one thing Kinslee had known her mother, and their bond must have been strong.

Allison knew what she had to do now she had to do what she could to pull Kinslee back to reality.

Glancing at the rough, winding mountain road ahead, Allison slipped on the mask she had been holding.

Kinslee, she said quietly, her tone more formal now, Im taking you back now.

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