Three Missed Calls

In the third year since my younger sister disappeared, the landlord demanded that I clear out the storage room. At the bottom of a cardboard box, I found her old phone, which had been out of service for three years. The moment I plugged it in, a missed call appeared on the screen. It was from 5:23 this afternoon, and the caller's name was blank. Then came a second call, from my brother-in-law, who had supposedly "died three years ago." By the seventh day, all three calls had come through. I thought I was investigating my sister's disappearance, until I saw a pair of my own shoes beneath the bed in her hospital room.