Memory loss

"No way, it's gotta be a prank," Rowan mumbled as she thought about the call. Then, she let the phone slip from her grasp and nestled her head back into the cozy quilt, still feeling half-asleep, drifting back into the world of dreams.

Over an hour had passed since that mysterious call, and Rowan was savoring her deep slumber until the blaring alarm shocked her awake once again.

She rubbed her tired eyes and reached out to silence the annoying alarm. Suddenly, the memory of the call flooded back, and she hastily grabbed her phone, scrolling through the contact list.

Her mouth fell open in disbelief, the room seemed to grow warmer, and she rubbed her eyes twice as if hoping the situation would change.

"Why on earth would someone ring me up at 6:00 am and call me Mrs. Thompson?" Rowan wondered aloud, her mind swirling with confusion. It just didn't add up, seeing that truly she received a call.

Realizing the clock ticking and the pressing need to head to work, Rowan swiftly changed