Chapter 113 The Other Caitlyn

　　Caitlyn could feel the changes, the slow unraveling of time. It wasn’t just the strange, distant sensations she had been experiencing; it was the gaps. The black holes in her memory. She would be somewhere—somewhere familiar, and yet, she couldn’t remember how she had gotten there. Her feet would take her to places she hadn’t consciously chosen, and yet, they seemed... right. But there was a disconnect. 　　One moment, she’d be in the garden with Raymond, and the next, she was standing on the edge of the camp, staring out into the darkened horizon, unsure of how she had arrived. 　　The fragments of memory that floated to her were not her own. Faces. Places. Faint whispers of words that didn’t belong. Was this part of her? Had she been broken, torn in two? 　　She would search for answers in the mirror, but the reflection didn’t feel like her. It was as if her eyes stared back at her with a knowing that wasn’t hers. Something was missing—or something had been added. 　　And through it all, R