Melinda’s phone began to ring, everyone one in her contacts had a ringtone assigned to them. Yes, she was that person. Life was just easier that way. She’d know just by the tune that played, who was on the other end of the line. She knew wither or not she needed to rush to answer.
Since the default chime filled the room, Melinda didn’t rush to take her nose out of her studies, to get up and retrieve the cell phone. She finished highlighting the passage, marked with bright orange ink, then stood. Her back popped as she did so. A telltale sign that she’d been sat in one position for too long, but a sore back of a small price to pay for becoming a doctor.
Melinda reached her cell phone, which she’d left on the kitchen counter the last time she’d gone to refill her coffee cup. It wasn’t a number she even remotely recognized, the zip code told her it couldn’t even possibly be one of the hospitals she’d called, getting back to her about shadowing one of their residents. Normally, these factors would cause her to let it go to voicemail. But there was something, a little nagging feeling in her gut, that told her to answer the call.
“Hello?” She spoke in greeting. When she was met with no response, her stomach knotted. “Hello?” She repeated and waited, once more.
Melinda was about to end the call and write off the feeling in her gut to lack of a good meal, but then the caller finally spoke. “Aiden?” She questioned, she didn’t know if she should trust her ears or not. It had been more than a year since she’d heard her sister’s voice, her sister who was believed to be dead and for all she knew this was just some demon playing a twisted game. This was the only reason she didn’t break down, right then and there, instead, she hardened. “That is not funny, my sister is… dead.”
God, it was hard to listen to her voice and not break down. She knew that this was going to be hard. But she didn’t expect it to be this painful. Or maybe a part of her did, only choosing to ignore it. She took a deep breath, swallowing back the lump in her throat. She needed to be strong. Her sister deserved to know some truth.
“Mel, I’m serious. It’s me, Aiden.” she said, trying not to cry. “I know you’re not going to believe me. Its been so long. But I promise you. If you just..give me a chance to explain, you’ll see that its really me.” She was starting to think that this was probably a bad idea. However, there wasn’t any time to turn back now.
“Remember my fifth birthday? Mom dressed me up in that pretty blue dress with the flowers hemmed along the bottom. But then I decided to play hide and seek and orbed myself into a tree.” Aiden chuckled softly. “Mom was so worried about me. She had dad, Wyatt and Chris running around the yard looking for me. You were the one that finally spotted me after a hour of looking.”
She sniffled as she looked at her feet. She gripped the phone tighter in her hand. The next memory would be key for her to remember her.
“Remember when you caught me coming home after a night of drag racing? We had a long talk about it and everything. You warned me that I might end up getting hurt. Then the night of my last race....I got into a major car accident.”
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