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immediately uncrossed her arms and unbuckled her seatbelt. She bounced out of the parked car and pulled me after her. She went to the back and took out one the suitcases and rolled them inside.
    The large windows that made a large portion of the house’s walls allowed light in from outside. The floors were polished wooden panels and the walls were decorated with modern art and amazing panoramic photography. The furniture was also modern and plush but with a rustic feel to them. I noticed that the curved backing of a pair of seats were in fact the fenders of an old rusted truck. There was also a reclining seat made from metal grills of an abandoned Chevy. Tristan Vice certainly had personality when it came to decorating.
    ‘Which room should she have?’ asked Anna as I walked after her. Jace was behind us with the other suitcase.
    ‘The spare room next to Master Tristan’s is unoccupied.’
    ‘That’ll do,’ said Anna as she began to drag the suitcase up the steps.
    ‘Goodness me, Miss Annabelle, you’ll wreck them like that,’ a plump stout Spanish descent woman shrieked from across the room. She wore a black maid’s dress with a white apron and looked to be in her mid-forties. The woman quickly came forward and took the suitcase from Anna.
    ‘This is Lorraine,’ Anna introduced her to me. ‘And this is Phoebe Walters.’
    Lorraine swept her eyes over me and raised her eyebrows. ‘And she is to stay here?’
    ‘Yes,’ replied Anna.
    ‘And does the master know?’
    ‘Of course. Why else would he send Jace to pick us up.’
    ‘And where have you been these past two days? We were worried about you.’
    I felt a motherly tone from Lorraine and Anna did not seem to mind it at all. It was then that I realized that the gardener and the maid were like her surrogate parents. Lorraine was the type that was stern on the outside but soft at the core. She knew what had happened to Anna but was not informed about where she went.
    ‘I was at Phoebe’s,’ Anna explained.
    ‘Very well,’ said Lorraine. I saw how the house keeper gave me a sweeping assessment with her eyes. They were neither approving nor disapproving. ‘Welcome Miss Walters.’
    ‘Please call me Phoebe,’ I told her. Being called Miss Walters felt strange and unnecessary official. It was like being called out by the teacher when you’ ve done something wrong or going to the doctors and the nurses call you by your surname.
    ‘Phoebe,’ Lorraine corrected herself and gave me a nod of approval. She smiled and I kne w that I was going to like her.
    The room Anna had decided to assign me was the largest I’ve ever stayed in. It was furnished with a king size bed and goose feathered pillows. Against the wall was a mahogany dresser and large Victorian styled mirror. The white tasseled trimmed curtains were pulled back and the windows overlooked the grounds below. There was also a personal adjoining bathroom and toilet. I felt overwhelmed by the knowledge that I was going to stay here, that is, until I found my own place. Deep down, something told me that Anna would not let me leave without throwing a fit of some sorts. She feared her legal guardians and the doctors they hired. I was like her security guard and from the looks of things, her only friend and escape from her messed up reality.
    Lorraine and Anna aided me with the unpacking, which did not take very long. I noticed how she observed the clothes I owned with curiosity.
    ‘What is it?’ I asked.
    ‘They are thrift store quality,’ she said.
    ‘Yes they are,’ I confirmed, uncertain what Lorraine’s words were meant to imply. What she judging me? Or simply making a statement?
    ‘This one needs darning,’ she said to me with practicality in her voice. Anna took the old jacket from her hands and looked at it.
    ‘Phoebe needs to go shopping,’ Anna announced. She pulled out my phone from her pocket and began to text again.
    ‘Hey, what are you doing?’ I immediately reached out and