Replaced

Anne

“Anne!” Dr. Arya called after me and then followed me. I don’t know what she was going to do when she walked up to me, but the look on my face must have stopped her.

I looked around the whole living room in shock.

The whole place had changed, more like redecorated. Everything was totally different than they were when I was an occupant. The walls were repainted and all the furniture changed. If you placed a picture of the house I was used to and the one I was seeing now, you’d think they were two different houses.

It wasn’t only about Vincent’s health, they wanted him to completely forget I ever existed.

“Anne, you can’t be in here,” said Arya.

I twirled on my feet to face her, a death glare on my face.

“What’s wrong with you, Dr. Arya? I thought you were on my side. What have I done to you?” I asked bitterly.

She didn’t respond. She just stared guiltily at her feet.

“Anne, my dad is dying,” she said, raising her face to reveal water-filled eyes.

I was confused. What has