"Nicole" by Joy Rajan
I awoke the following morning in tears. A sudden rush of sorrow overwhelmed me. I felt alone and helpless. The news of my parents death was still fresh in my mind. It has been two weeks since I received that phone call. I had just returned to my hotel after walking through Hyde Park when the phone rang. It was Matthew from the front desk. "Miss Henderson? There is a call for you from Canada." "Yes please put it through." A phone call? At this time of the day? That isn't normal. My parents always FaceTimed me or messaged me through Whatsapp. "Hi there, is this Maria Henderson?" "Yes this is she." "This is Officer Lavoie. This is not the conversation I want to have over the phone. But you parents were involved in an accident. Unfortunately the both did not make it." I dropped the phone and fell to the floor. I could hear the officer calling my name over the phone but I could not answer. I awoke to find myself la...