Chapter 115

**Third person**

Sheraton hotel?

She wondered if she'd heard it before.

The name held a faint echo—a whisper of a memory she couldn't quite grasp. Still, the idea of a change of scenery, a chance to explore a new place with her grandpa, held an undeniable appeal.

"Alright," she finally agreed, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I'd like that."

Grandpa Charles beamed. "Excellent! I'll let Sarah know. It'll be good for you to get some sunshine and some fresh air."

"I used to push you on this swing. Does it ring a bell?" Charles asked, holding onto the rope of a swing.

He'd brought Chloe here in the hopes that the park would help with some of her childhood memories.

Too bad that it's Cara who grew up here.

"No," Chloe replied, shaking her head. An air of frustration hung over her; neither the swing nor the park felt even a tiny bit familiar.

"Hop on; let me push you. Maybe it might help with remembering a thing or two," Grandpa suggested.

Chloe giggled. "Are you serious?"

"Of course!"