Silent Light

by John Naa

She ignored the sign that told her to please knock before entering and pushed the heavy door open, scowling at the brass nameplate; Dr. Allison Curran.‘Michaela,’ Dr. Curran looked up from her computer screen. ‘Come in. I’m glad you could stop by, I need to talk to you.’‘You’ve been ignoring me,’ Michaela said. She stepped into the room and shoved the door closed. ‘You haven’t returned any of my calls. We were supposed to meet on Friday and you didn’t turn up.’ She...