It's Molly's day off, and she's been looking forward to a lie-in for weeks. She opens her eyes at the late (to her) hour of 7:15 AM and sighs contentedly. (No senior doctors badgering me, no obligations to meet… just a nice, peaceful day…)
The young doctor's jangling mobile forces her out of bed. Grumbling under her breath, she makes her way across the room and picks up the phone.
"Molly," the voice on the other end chokes, and it takes her a moment to realize that the caller is her father.
"Dad? What happened? Are you OK?"
"It's your mum. She was in a car crash on her way to work…"
Molly gasps, "Is she hurt?"
"She's gone."
Molly tries to speak, but the only thing that comes out is a wail. Her greatest fear is that Mum died angry with her.