"He-Hello?" My voice cracked when I finally managed to answer my phone, fingers fumbling over the touch sensitive screen. I was tired and still in shock from the images they showed me at the police station-
"Good morning, Clara. Or is it Dr. Lorn now? I never did congratulate you on passing your medicine course, some 10-years ago now. So odd how time flies-"
"Um, who is this, sorry?" Sneaking a glance at the numbers on the bright screen I realised I didn't recognise the number and the voice was perhaps a bit familiar but the conversational tone was too misleading and I was so exhausted I wouldn't recognise my own mother's voice.
"Oh, Clara, Clara, Clara! You don't remember me? We used to spend time in the library together."
I know they always use the phrase, 'realization hit like a train' but in this circumstance, I think it was an understatement. Hobbling towards the closest wall, I collapsed against it, sinking against the rough brick wall with my tattered coat bunched up around my s