The Ghost Replaced My Life

Summary

The moment I got the test results, I snapped a photo and texted it to Sloane, telling her about the tumor in my brain.

I waited a long time on a bench in the crowded hospital lobby before she finally replied. Her tone was dripping with disdain:

"You couldn't even fake a normal diagnosis, could you? Are we playing some kind of amnesia game, Rhys?"

I froze. Before I could reply, another message flashed on my screen, cutting me off:

"Fine. I know what you want. But honestly? You deserve whatever is happening to you!"

She hung up, leaving me with the blaring, sterile tone of a disconnect.