No Light At The End Of The Tunnel

‘Shoot, I overslept!’ Kira woke up to the bright rays of the morning sun. She fumbled for her phone. The battery was dead. She had meant to stay for an hour or two with her father, but somehow dozed off and spent the night in the ward. The companion bed was a cot. The hard mattress gave her neck and shoulder pain. Kira massaged her neck and started for the door. She knew there was a pay phone at the cafeteria downstairs. She should call Elsie. Over the past year, the matronly housekeeper had taken Kira under her wings. She must be worried sick when Kira didn’t return to the villa last night. ‘Damn, I can’t remember her number.’ Kira slapped a palm to her forehead. She should call her boss Paul as well. She needed to apologise for leaving work early yesterday. But she couldn’t recall his number, either. Kira stopped. Her charger was at the office. She would take a cab there as soon as she finished talking to the doctor. ‘Should I call him?’ Kira thought, before shaking her head. ‘He pro