Bias

Vincent

‘Anne.’

I guess that’s her real name. It actually rang a bell. I remember pronouncing that name, and it must have meant so much to me because whenever I called it out, which I was doing often since that time with Arya in the kitchen, I felt a cacophony of emotions attack me. There was peace, followed by fear, then agitation, trepidation, fury, and what have you? It was strange. Her name held so much power, yet I couldn’t still remember.

It was frustrating!

“Have you booked the tickets, Vin?” mum asked from where she sat on the couch. She’d come around right after Arya left the house.

Arya has been giving me the silent treatment ever since I mistakenly called her the name that tormented my subconscious, the day before.

“Yes, mum,” I replied grudgingly from the dining table where I was getting some reading done.

“Have you heard from dad?” I asked.

“No, hun, but don’t you worry, he would be available for the wedding. I just received his clothes from his tailor. We’ll be tr