Hope had twins, a boy and a girl, who were just starting high school this year, and last year’s school pictures stared back at Lindsey. Before coming to this job, Lindsey had been concerned that her age would be a problem for Hope and Evan. She was younger than both of them, and even though she had valuable experience working in larger nursing homes, they still had more years on her. Plus, she had the cushy shift. Seven AM to three PM—as close to a normal workday as any nurse could ask for. But Hope liked working the night shift because it paid better and she got home in time to have breakfast with her family and get the kids to school. Evan hated mornings, and going home at eleven gave him plenty of time to get ready for gigs with his horror-punk band. He’d showed her a picture of them online. She still had a hard time reconciling the image of the soft-spoken, chubby Evan with the bloody-eyed zombie drummer. She wondered if she could talk Mary Beth into going to one of the shows with her.
